Hole Hole It was the first wind Audition Other end of the cold rain and biting case Infarction with the middle A small fraction of the dark embarrassing Xinhai that year Puts on the chest and the bullet had a row of dark Humming Lie Lie Motors fifty seconds Buried fifty seconds We are not dead The first buried Youyi resurrection of the speed of light Hole, hole We are a group of infants and forced out of the fish Time uterus Terminal is not the goal Ding is the wok We are thousands of waves in the heap A sea of a skim a lake poured a small drop in With wave-by- No name of a stream Floating also helpless Shen also helpless South of the canal if it is nice From both sides Taomi heard the sound of water washing toilet brush While we panic wind Actually not Temporarily stopping to ask in this phase, because Because this is the tunnel Xinhai tunnel leading to the year Windows, cold air, such as cutting If the arms of the revolutionaries are still ringing in the razor edge Year After Jiuhan After leaving a suicide note Yang with a straight face into the history of their To and did not come Year Begonia from thick snow cover Out of a bloody struggle leaves Driving through Xinhai Tunnel Humming Lie Lie Buried fifty seconds A die can be considered Martyrs are buried in the first But not dead Also be regarded as a living law Hole Just fifty seconds We have a small cut through the eternal black Is left behind Bloody infiltration of the last page of war history Tick The hole is six plow Audition biting wind and rain but City funeral home, and left On the right is a mass grave Then in the past Is the Ching Ming Festival June 2, 1983