An epidemic roiled the world,

Roads, airports, stations... As if it had been emptied in an instant,

Without the hustle and bustle of the old days.

Everything stopped turning, like a seal,

Only time is ticking

......

Finally, the seal is lifted,

The familiar world is back in our sights.

Originally it was “The long grass orioles fly in February”,

But we have no time to sing of spring,

Because, you know, we’re racing against the clock.

REFUEL FOR THE DREAM! REFUEL FOR WUHAN! REFUEL FOR CHINA!