When I was a child,
She is in the sky,
I'm at the foot of the mountain
look up,
attachment,
She leaned over for a hug.
Grown up,
I am in Lingxiao,
She is at the foot of the mountain
look up,
Looking forward to,
I can fly higher.
I picked it up
Baggage in hand,
Say goodbye,
That warm old nest.
She put away
The needle and thread in my hand,
looking for,
That lost treasure.
Every time,
my departure,
She can do it
silently
Pray.
Every time,
my return,
She can do it
everywhere
Show off.
Said it came from far away
Her treasure.
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