Golden dew whirling

Floating on the steps in front of the door

Through the window

The freedom and ease of looking out

Under the mottled scenery of the mine

Beautiful and colorful

Take a shovelful of coal

Listen to the vicissitudes of life hundreds of millions of years ago

There are still hidden surprises

With no hesitation from prospectors

We dig in this era

The truth is revealed bit by bit

It’s a gift, it’s a harvest

But it is never something for nothing

We will eventually be buried with our bones

We will eventually disappear

We will eventually become the past of those in the future

But we never tire of it

That is the autumn wind of the Jurassic

Blowing the land of the 21st century

We use the raindrops

The heart that nourishes the mine

We mine non-stop

We will illuminate the night

We pave the road

We send humans into space

We welcome the future

Maybe one day

Coal is no longer used

We may also be sealed in

The archaeological palace of memory

So what

We never care

Tomorrow? tomorrow!

We will still mine tomorrow

Mining belongs to our time

Industrial food

We need to keep the machine running

We want to fill the earth with the hope of a good harvest

Please call me "Coal Miner"

Please call me "Coal Miner"

We are the pioneers of this era

We are laying the foundation for this era

We are the porters of this era

We hold the light for this era

Gradually, we grow old

We stick to the direction we are looking at at the mouth of the well

That’s where the sun rises

What could be more heartwarming than this

What else could make us more comfortable than this

(Zhang Zongyong of Sunjiacha Longhua Mining Company)