Left my family.
Wandering around alone
A hundred miles away
Thousands of miles away
Shuttle between the city and the countryside
Everywhere you go.
Sweating profusely
Leave a string of deep footprints
In the hot sun during the day
Drinking alone at night
Whether it is cold or hot.
I have no time to care about the scenery along the way.
The light is on and the night is dim.
Everything is strange.
migrant worker
Millions of people, millions of people.
And you're just one of them
unwillingly
Lonely thoughts
Pay off all the ups and downs
Bear the burden of life
Take a solid step
Wandering between dream and reality
Where you don't belong.
Work hard
Gorgeous bloom
migrant worker
The power of wandering
A powerful force that cannot be banned.
Change the world
Change fate
A woman selling tofu
Tofu ... Tofu ...
This crisp voice
Broke the peace of the village in the morning.
The echo travels from the eastern end of the village to the western end of the village.
A woman selling tofu
The voice is sweet and intoxicating.
"Crispy" is like a note played by fingers on the piano.
Like birds chirping in the forest in the early morning.
A woman selling tofu
be all smiles
Greetings: uncle and aunt
Hurry up and collect tofu.
The freshly made tofu is still steaming.
White and tender
Its fragrance permeates the air bit by bit.
Floating on people's dining tables
A woman selling tofu
Left the chill of early spring.
The hard work of getting up in the morning was trampled underfoot.
Spilled is the joy and happiness all the way.