The place to save the disease is like the blazing sun
the warm hearts are like fire
When we laugh lightly
we will feel like a feather floating in the air
sweet as sugar
On the tense battlefield
we have to encircle the sick
wipe out the lung disease
We sing loud and clear to eliminate fatigue
radiant glory
Note: first and third sentences by. Di Wende.
Second and fourth sentences by Luo Zhihai.