Fathers and Folks》
I was born in a small mountain village
There are my folks there
My beard is full of stories
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The local accent is buried in the silly smile
You call me by your baby name again and again
You call me by your baby name again and again
How intimate
How much love
How much happiness
Ah fellow folks
Ah fellow folks
My hard-working and kind fellow folks
Even if a tree is a thousand feet high, it will never forget its roots
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I have lived in many small mountain villages
My fellow villagers are everywhere
Millet raised me up
Taught me how to be a good person in the wind and rain
Send me on the road when I say goodbye
Send me on the road when I say goodbye
How many warnings
How much expectations
How much affection
Ah, my fellow countrymen
Ah, my fellow countrymen
My hard-working and kind-hearted fellow villagers
Even if a tree is a thousand feet tall, it cannot forget its roots
My fellow folks who share the joys and sorrows
"September 9th" "Wine"
It's September 9th again and we gather together at night on the Double Ninth Festival
Homesick people are drifting outside
It's September 9th again and we are even more sad and sad.
The plan to go home is always in my heart
Walking, walking, walking until September 9th
No liquor and no greetings in a foreign land
Only September 9th can be achieved when there is freedom at home
Relatives and friends raise their glasses and fill up the wine
Drink up the nostalgia and fall drunk at the doorstep
September 9th is only when there is freedom at home
"Good People, Good Dreams"
Your smile warmly moves me in the spring light
Farewell to yesterday You know the hurt and pain of my heart best
Even though the night is dim, you still know where to go
You and I have walked through the rain and wind and slowly brought our hearts closer
Let me silently and sincerely do everything for you in silence
It goes without saying that being together for a long time makes us feel different
Even if there are all kinds of charms in the world I still have a soft spot
My dear, I will always wish you good dreams
Good people have sweet dreams
Clouds in my hometown
The clouds drifting over my hometown in the sky
It keeps calling me
When the breeze around me blows gently
There is a voice calling to me I call
Come back, come back
Wandering wanderer
Don’t wander around
Treading heavy steps
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The road home is so long
When the breeze blows gently around you
Come back, come back
Wandering world< /p>
Come back, come back
I am tired of wandering
I am full of fatigue
There are tears of sadness in my eyes
The wind of my hometown, the clouds of my hometown
Erase the scars for me
I was once so proud
I came back with an empty bag
The wind from my hometown and the clouds from my hometown
Heal my wounds
Music...
The wind that blows away the soil from my hometown Fragrance
Come back, come back
Wandering wanderer
Come back, come back
Come back, come back
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Don’t wander around
I am already full of exhaustion
My eyes are full of bitter tears
The wind of my hometown and the clouds of my hometown< /p>
Erase the scars for me
I was once so proud
The wind of my hometown, the clouds of my hometown
Heal the wounds for me< /p>
I came back with an empty bag
The wind in my hometown and the clouds in my hometown
Heal my wounds