When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp.
I'm here and my mother is there.
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm here and the bride is there. Later, homesickness was a temporary grave.
I'm outside and my mother is inside.
Now, homesickness is a shallow strait.
I am at this end, the mainland, and at that end.
(Music-Homesickness Song-Richard Clayderman) "Homesickness" Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
(Music-Distant Silence-Linhai)