crowningglory

　　Across the prophecy in many years，

　　at the time of dying，

　　I hope to return to the earth,

　　through the dome Xiao Song，

　　ome devout。

　　Dry the fear,

　　in the giant earthquakes and landslides in crack,

　　the Chaoyang not cleared the haze,

　　ave none.

　　All my despair is the sun killed，

　　the survivors of the happiness，

　　not the end of salvation,

　　It is a great honor，

　　not to lose its people。

　　The living praise，

　　the dead can not rest，

　　the prayer，

　　just live for。