就是虞美人盛開。
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
在佛蘭德戰場上 罌粟花盛開
十字架之間，一排接一排
標示著我們斷魂之地
但雲雀依舊高歌，翱翔在蔚藍的天上
可卻難以聽見，因為戰場上槍炮正響
