They say that you， a road builder

    Had such love for our country

    You rushed out and waved your torch

    To call the bombs down on yourself

    And save the road for the troops

    As my unit passed on that worn road

    The bomb crater¹ reminded us of your story

    Your grave is radiant with bright-colored stones

    Piled high with love for you， a young girl

    As I looked in the bomb crater where you died

    The rain water became a patch of sky

    Our country is kind

    Water from the sky washes pain away

    Now you lie down deep in the earth

    As the sky lay down in that earthen crater

    At night your soul sheds light

    Like the dazzling stars

    Did your soft white skin

    Become a bank of white clouds？

    By day I pass under a sun-flooded sky

    And it is your sky

    And that anxious， wakeful disc

    Is it the sun， or is it your heart

    Lighting² my way

    As I walk down the long road？

    The name of the road is your name

    Your death is a young girl's patch of blue sky

    My soul is lit by your life

    And my friends， who never saw you

    Each has a different image of your face