Lyrics of Wan Fang's return

I'm going home!

The countryside will turn black

How many years of hesitation

Ah, how many years have you been pale

How many years of waiting

Ah, how many years have you been shaking

I'm going home!

The guitar will die

The guitar will die

Who forgot you and left you desolate

Hit the guitar, hit it hard

Let my loud voice polish your face

Pluck six strings, pluck heartily

Let the thick cocoon of my hand grind your rust

Your rust

I'm going home!

Old friends will die

Old friends will die

It's hard to look back at the scars on my cheek

Hold your hands. Hold them tight

Let my sincere arm warm your hand

Cry loudly, cry heartily

Let me miss the tears and your tears

Your tears

I'm going home!

Green tea leaves

Green tea leaves

A cup full of dust, when to aftertaste

Make a pot of hot water and make a pot of tea

Let your sweet tenderness moisten my throat

Swallow a puff of smoke and spray a puff of fog

Let your fragrant quietness wash away my worries

My worries

I'm going home!

The countryside will turn black

How many years of hesitation

Ah, how many years have you been pale

How many years of waiting

Ah, how many years have you been shaking