This winding road,
Why is it so long,
Let the little me never reach the end of the road.
When I was a child, I always complained,
This closed and crowded town,
How can it be so narrow,
Let me never see the end.
When I was a child, I wanted to fly very much.
I always feel that my family has tied my wings.
I always feel that my dream is sealed in love.
Always impatient.
When I grow up, the roads and water in my hometown.
You can only savor it in your dreams.
The city lights are very bright,
But the one that belongs to me is gone.
The sky in the city is vast,
But I just lack the wings to shelter me from the wind and rain.
It's a long way home. Now that I think about it,
As silk as thread,
Tie the wandering heart outside.
The city of my hometown,
If you build a shed,
It is an eternal spiritual refuge for vagrants.