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Mother, my name is Diaoyu Island - a poem widely sung on the Internet

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Mother, my name is Diaoyu Island - a poem widely sung on the Internet Mother, my name is Diaoyu Island The name you gave me seven hundred years ago was implanted in my swaddling clothes...

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Mother, my name is Diaoyu Island The name you gave me 700 years ago was implanted in my swaddling clothes I wander in your warm embrace. From now on, I am no longer a rootless waterweed

Mother, my name is Diaoyu Island. The Shimonoseki artillery a hundred years ago tore apart my scarred pride. I disappeared in your eyes. In those years, do you know how much my swaying heart needs to rely on

Mother, my name is Diaoyu Island. Sixty years ago, you gently called my name. My joy was illuminated by the sun, but the robbers took away my virginity at the last moment. At that moment, mother, did you know that I lived in shame and suffered in dire straits

Mother, my name is Diaoyu Island. Thirty years ago, the robbers built a runway on my body. They wanted to rob me of all my enchantment. I should not be a delicacy on the robber's table. My cry, mother, can you hear

Mother, my name is Diaoyu Island. Twenty years ago, the robbers let the lighthouse shine on my body. They want to possess my body until the end of time. I should not be the shameless midnight snack of the robber. My broken appearance, mother, you can see.

Mother, my name is Diaoyu Island. Yesterday the robbers knocked over your child, my compatriot. The robbers used funny excuses to shackle them. They were just to accompany my loneliness. Why, why did the robbers burn them with fire

Mother, my name is Diaoyu Island, not the Senkaku Islands in the mouth of the robbers. I should not carry a heavy backpack and be laughed at in the chaos of the world. My wonderfulness should shine in your broad sky. My pride should cling to your warm embrace

Mother, my name is Diaoyu Island. I look forward to that second when you put on your shirt and blow the horn. You call my name in the sharp gunfire. At that moment, mother, lying in your gentle arms, I am the treasure you will always take care of. Mother, my name is Diaoyu Island. The name you gave me has been called from birth to old age.

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