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The snow swallows Nanjing River's moan
Bayonets nail the nursery rhyme on the pole
Mother hides me in the quilt's fold
Hearing boots crush the New Year into sugar mold
In the winter of 1937 hooves trample o'er the hometown
The dry well swallows the letter yet to end
Wutong leaves chew blood and are buried in the frozen ground
Growing into the wound later generations dare not touch around
The church bells become the death knell's ring
The refugee tide crushes the starlight's glimmering
I clutch the half silver dollar Granny gave
Counting who doesn't close their eyes in the gunfire's rave
The river's moan drowns out the cries
The pale moonlight shows no way back to the shore
Weeds stitch shrouds in the mass grave
Blooming into silent waves of accusation's brave
In the winter of 1937 hooves trample o'er the hometown
The dry well swallows the letter yet to end
Wutong leaves chew blood and are buried in the frozen ground
Growing into the wound later generations dare not touch around
In the alarm that year's snow still floats
Each flake bears a mark that never fades
The bayonets rust in the snow
The bayonets rust in the snow
The church bells become the death knell's ring
The refugee tide crushes the starlight's glimmering
I clutch the half silver dollar Granny gave
Counting who doesn't close their eyes in the gunfire's rave
In the alarm that year's snow still floats
Each flake bears a mark that never fades
The bayonets rust in the snow
The bayonets rust in the snow
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