Although our weapons are down,
but our morale is still high.
Although we have lost our crown,
but we still don’t cry,
Although you have completely ruined our lives,
but we still don’t grasp those knives.
Although we have lost the war,
but our victory is still not far.
You might be the charm of yesterday,
but we are the glamour of today.
You might be the man of yesterday,
but we are the generation of today.
O’ fools, don’t boast of this worldly might,
it is not going to last long.
O’ fools, don’t boast of this worldly height,
it is just a temporary song.