Purgatory to Sanctuary
My pneumonia, you inspire me to write；
How I watch you sting yet unite.
Invading everyone’s mind day and night；
Always finding ways to keep us in the weak upright.
Bringing our fellow people to solidarity；
Then comes the decrease of mortality.
Let me compare you to a God’s ordeal；
Prompting our Eden’s garden be more ideal.
Let me preliminarily compare you to a purgatory；
But you gonna ultimately become a sanctuary.
Cold snow chills the berries of January, and winter time has the stressful chokehold；
Thinking of your bold fight，I watch you with an eye of doubt.
Now I must away with an unique heart；
Remember my bleak words while you fall apart.
We may be frustrated originally；
We may be relieved finally.
My great country consists of the people from all the sectors；
What is bound to be the end of the outbreak is we are the victors！
I Want to Give You a Wig
I want to give you a wig
Because of the outbreak
You shaved your head
I know you care about beauty
My fair lady
Even in the room of emergency
You meticulously cure your hair
You gently comb your hair
Like a plush toy lying on the chair
Now you're in protective clothing
worked around the clock without stopping
Care for patients because of your duty
You continue to shuttle in the ward
Your pride of passing through that door
Your visage covered by the mask
Will be released in the spring
And also your beautiful wing
Put a Pillar above My Head
severe cold is locked in the black corner.
I clasped my hands，
praying for a small flash of light.
the cordon is surrounded by pieces of worry.
Beyond it is the wanton spread of human suffering
with the same color of nights.
So the midnight bell ring.
In a daze,
they are like the waking grounds of countless souls
of the eternal soft light.
and expectation of life.
I put a pillar above my head.
It lit up a white sheet of figures，
like snow and ice outside the winter window，
running tirelessly towards the dawn.
The Dawn of Darkness
Look at the city
Way up on high
Darkness have passed
Now then at last
Virus and devils have disappeared
The season of doom has passed
Stars brightly burning
Boiling and lightning
The city has got its tear back
And those frightening things will never be back
Once upon the night
People will wake to the carnival of life
The darkness has been cursed
And the candle has been lightened