This account, too, will go quiet for two days.
So today there are few words — only silent prayers for those who have passed, and the wish that the living may soon return to strength and happiness.
For they have endured too much, and lost too much.
Fresh air sweeps in from the west, the clouds and mist part to reveal heaven and earth once more — The great river flows east, its waves washing away the sorrows of all ages — Wuhan, the next chapter of glory is destined to be yours.