Grace of our Blood Stain
translated by Stepen Ng and Aida Yuen
譯自「血染的風采」
Perhaps I'd bid you farewell, and never return.
Will you comprehend, will you understand.
Perhaps I'd fall down, and never rise again.
Will you forever be, still waiting for me.
Shoud this come to pass, don't feel sad.
The flag of our Republic bears the grace of our blood stain.
Perhaps my closed eyes, will never open again.
Will you appreciate, my muted passion.
Perhaps I'd fall into an eternal sleep, and never wake up again.
Will you believe that I've become a mountain ranage.
Should this come to pass, don't feel sad.
The soil of our Repulic carries the love we've given.
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