Don’t draw the picture again
on the faded lines!
The world has already changed,
Splendour has spread new,
This is not old look!
The flow of old culture
vanished from the eyes,
The prosperous past remains
a broken tale!
Do not fuse into it
the false, fanciful thoughts!
Early clouds have rained,
Tired and still are all empty,
Will this thunder rain?
New sprouts shoot in dust
full of life green,
Surely, burst out from the sky
Redness of the people’s epoch,
Worthless, destroyed, decayed, lost
Don’t recall the past again!
