In a distant place,
A group of young people,
They were kind in mind -
As the bright summer sun.

Their childish voices -
How merry there were,
As dawn orioles,
Always singing in the hearts of their loved ones.

Their pure life -
Never been weathered,
Naive and simple feelings,
Weaving the hopes for the future republic.

How eager they were,
How much desire,
Juvenile and good hearts,
Filled with beautiful rainbow dream.

The gloomy dark night,
As snowing in June,
The blood of the young people,
Sharpen the minds of millions of sorrow hearts.

The quiet summer night,
Stars shining bright,
The group of young souls,
Flying silently in the sea of moral.

What kind of hope,
How much desire,
Their beautiful hearts -
As the bright summer sun.