The Flower of Freedom

Never forget what time cannot erode Deep in our hearts, we still remember the long night. Once heavy grief, it has now turned to strength. Always seeking an ideal and a truth. Never forget the memories of our conscious. Believing that our hopes would become true one day. This message upon us exerts strength; Push ahead and keeping seeking our ideals. Long and drawn out, they went forth, not knowing fear. Severed all the thorns to never see them again. Although silent, the crowd gathered curiously, Not wanting to find out if it was real or fake. But we have a dream that shall never die, No matter how fierce the storm, freedom still always blooms. But we have a dream that shall never die, It comes from our hearts, remember.