How can we ever forget about those days? How should we even forget about those days? Singing revolutionary songs, while tightening our belts, Every day of those days

On the height amidst heavy gunsmoke, My sister-in-arms in fiery comradeship lay dying. Were I not to save this party member's life, How could I ever be called a Leader's soldier!

Think about those young people In the northern border, away from their beloved hometowns, How did they battle through snowstorms to build the railway —Was it for the sake of their names being remembered?