Elegy Of Qu Yuan Where art thou? Solisage! Wert Wailng thou for centuries.

Wintry country buried ardent heart, With dim den. Wert Wilt ng thou for ages! Wary ouzel raised divine soul, With wan wings. Sunk my bosom friend. Merciless fluvius enclosed thine soma half-living, And spray wet me, Calling the memoir of my bosom friend. Nothing twixt thee and my dream tonight. Sink into me, My heart is longing for you. Look up, Do you see the people climbing to the light? Fight for freedom. In the garden of the Tyranny, Fancy clothes, Exuberant meal, Luxury villas, The despot are avaricious. Sink into me, My soul is desperate for you. Look down, Do you hear the people treading on the dark? Contend for democracy. In the slum of the wretch, Shabby rag, Few food, Miserable shack, The poor are dying. Dive with firing torch, Hold my invictus sword, Repel roaring river,

Repel stifling water, Combat for life, Combat for breath, Beating hearts echo beating drums. Wake up! Living corpses! Will you join in our crusade? Will you be strong and stand with us? Take your chance! Freedom is not free. The blood of martyrs will water the meadows of Empire. You will not be soli again. We will not slave again. Miserable flame never dies. The chain will be broken. The barricade will be oer. Triumph, my friends. Tomorrow comes!