最後的戰役 [Zuihou de Zhanyi] [English translation]

In the middle of the sound from the machine gun sweeping, we search for shelter in the trenches.

The time I was a child the sand vulture castle was destroyed,it will be good when we start to re-build it again.

But your army overcoat that is dyed with blood and covered with bullet holes.

But I can't even raise a praying hand.

In the middle of the nitre smoke,I remember the taste of ice candy and soft drink.

And those young people who have nothing to do the whole of summer.

I put down my gun and reminisce,the school that we graduated together,

From last year and tears.

Constantly I have forgotten that they need to fall.

The sound of teasing is in the middle of the wind constantly being practised.

This forest is full of hostility.

Military unit gives up guarding position, you insist on having me leave.

How can I give up?

I'm staying to be with you strongly holding back the teardrops.

There're some things that are really too late can't go back.

Your face is having muscular spasms nearly out of physical strength.

The things to do with my hometown you do not allow me to mention again.

I am staying to be with you the final distance.

It is your slant smile falling in my arms.

You slowly go to sleep I can't wake you by shaking.

Tears in the trench rupturing of a dike.

In the middle of the nitre smoke,I remember the taste of ice candy and soft drink.

And those young people who have nothing to do the whole of summer.

I put down my gun and reminisce,the school that we graduated together,

From last year and tears.

Constantly I have forgotten that they need to fall.

The sound of teasing is in the middle of the wind constantly being practised.

This forest is full of hostility.

Military unit gives up guarding position, you insist on having me leave.

How can I give up?

I'm staying to be with you strongly holding back the teardrops.

There're some things that are really too late can't go back.

Your face is having muscular spasms nearly out of physical strength.

The things to do with my hometown you do not allow me to mention again.

I am staying to be with you the final distance.

It is your slant smile falling in my arms.

You slowly go to sleep I can't wake you by shaking.

Tears in the trench rupturing of a dike.