Author:
Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is the flute of Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After separation
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
And English:
this
song
be
a
local
flute
Qingyuan
always
sound
this
night
this
moon
this
face
about
home
be
a
Fuzzy
longing
Wavy
see you again
be like
if
this
fog
After ...
separately
homesickness
be
a
tree
not have
ring
never
arrive
grow
old