Crossing the river to pick hibiscus, there are many fragrant grasses in the orchids. Who do you want to leave behind? Thoughts are far away!
I still look back at my old hometown, the long road is long and vast. We are of the same mind and separated, and we end up in sorrow.
The ancient songs have been sung from generation to generation, and a new story is about to unfold.
Regardless of the year or the changing of the seasons,
I always have dreams come back to me several times,
There was once a saying,
This place of peace of mind is my hometown.
From now on, another year passes