是谁抹去孩童的欢笑,却让泪水淘尽生命的硝烟;是谁偷走皎洁的月光,却让烈火烧出地狱般的辉煌。是那白色的宫殿,五角的高楼;是那五十颗白星,十三道横杠。一当死亡之花绽放在首都的那个夜晚来临,阿里在月光下播下了他的希望;当炽热的钢铁不断炙烤天地的那许多个白天在日出日落中 Who erased the laughter of the children, but let tears drain the smoke of life; who stole the bright moonlight, but let the fire burn out hellish glory. It is the white palace, the tall five-story building; it is the fifty white stars and thirteen horizontal bars. When the flower of death bloomed in the night of the capital, Ali sowed his hopes in the moonlight; when the hot steel continued to roast heaven and earth, many of the daytime were in the sunrise and sunset.