Don't sigh the wind of May
Misty eyes, please don't cry
Mountains, rivers and streams
It's not wandering, it's searching
Beiyan is whispering to go far away
Autumn insects are singing, don't be sentimental
Far away from home
The place of growth will not be forgotten
Pick up the flashing tears, wave and sing
Carry the bag of hope and face the distance
Stars bless me, sunset cares for me
It's like listening to me
The colorful world should be left behind
A traveller in a foreign land should write down his growth
Walking through the green mountains and seeing the flowing water
Wandering will never forget
No more wandering, no more wandering
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