When I was a child,
Nostalgia is a small stamp,
I'm over here,
Mother is over there.
When I grow up,
Nostalgia is a narrow ticket,
I'm over here,
The bride is over there.
Later,
Nostalgia is a low grave,
I'm outside,
Mother is inside.
And now,
Nostalgia is a shallow strait,
I'm over here,
The mainland is over there.