You carry an oil lamp

Your footsteps lightly

cross one ward

Another ward

Your patrol eyes

burn with love like this beating flame

. Carefulness and responsibility

This is not an ordinary oil lamp

It has been on from the moment you lit it

one night in p>1854

A century and a half is not far away. Yesterday and today

Those angels in white

are guided by your brilliance. In ordinary days,

Carve time

Follow your footsteps. Seeding

hope and health

interpretation with hard work and sweat

dedication and dedication

This lamp illuminates every sick ward

It also illuminates every patient's heart. Nightingale, a woman whose name is as immortal as her spirit, is the most beautiful scenery standing high on the roof of the world!

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