Wandering in the strange land, wandering endlessly, where is
my homesickness, where is my birthplace,
in the night of wandering, worrying that I want to shout to the world,
in which dialect of song, in which language, to shout to you, to which language, to shout, to which language,
I am lost, confused, bitter and pastless, in the city that has sheltered me,
from which side can I meet, all the alleys lead to homesickness,
in which alley, in which alley, the first salutation, the green dome, full From
the song "Farewell" in which neighborhood did you say goodbye, he saddened the sonnets of love
, the alleys, houses and neighborhoods, here are the unremembered
notebooks of those alleys, houses and neighborhoods, here are the unremembered notebooks of those
wandering in the strange land, wandering endlessly,
where is the escape of my home, where is my hometown, build
me a trench from the memory, the rootless willow will blow the sand and the wind will take away the
generation without the past, the strange soil, I want to fill my memory
basket from todays green garden, I
want to fill my memory basket with the fragrance of the lost city of my old age again, the
alleys and houses, the neighborhoods, here are the unremembered notebooks of those
alleys and houses, the neighborhoods, here are the unremembered notebooks of that wandering
in the strange land, wandering endlessly,
where is the escape of my homesickness?
