Ink - life

Time passes,

Everything is no longer fascinating.

Only ink,

When the white rice paper began to yellow,

It is still so cute,

There is a burst of fragrance.

Life is not like this,

Some people are alive, but they are already dead.

Some people are dead, but still alive.

How many heroes and children, how many patriotic people,

Despite early death,

but--

Their spirit will always flow, and they will be immortal.