The childhood camel team came slowly.
Crushed the warm winter sun.
The sweet bell broke the loneliness of the journey.
Still echoing in distant dreams.
Childhood, the hometown of my soul.
I'm always thinking-
Those clear and transparent eyes
Full of curiosity, innocence, yearning.
Learn to chew with camels in the winter sun.
Humpback is full of colorful questions and fantasies.
Childhood, the hometown of my soul.
I'm always thinking-
Does that old camel hair robe need cutting?
It's just the scissors hand of childhood.
Plus the dry and cold air in Cheng Nan.
I'm long gone.
Childhood, the hometown of my soul.