On a summer day, don't forget the february snow
Text/Cheng Wei
The virus is still wandering, like a ghost
In a world without vaccines, face them with bare hands
People-based units, household-based units, and neighborhoods
With the city, with the country, with all mankind as one
It's how tough the fight is, the virus
It's beyond borders, and everyone is within range
From presidents, admirals, diplomats, billionaires,
Civil servants, land developers, civilians, beggars,
Hotel owner, chef, star, security guard,
Street Office Director, Property Manager, Doctor,
Mask suppliers, no one is safe
Including you and me, forgive me for my sins,
I forgive my enemies, and what else
You can make people bite each other to the death
Humanity, which has been chased by the virus, has reached the brink of survival
Cannons are useless, it does not kill viruses
Tanks, bombers, aircraft carriers, nuclear bombs
No matter how much manufacturing is equal to zero, it can only be dealt with
Humanity myself, my big and unworthy verse
It has long been in the face of the virus, how many empty cities
All have appeared, if easily ignored
The streets where the virus once roamed will also be choked
The neck of a pedestrian, the sign leading to other places
Can't testify for the soul, on the occasion of summer
Don't forget the snow in February
2020.5.18.
