Lyrics of Pang Long's the taste of home

The taste of home

Floating alone in this strange city

It's hard to avoid getting up and falling

From the bottom of my heart

The warm taste of home

Day and night

Over the years, life has been pressing forward

Tears and sweat flowed a lot

Whenever I think about it

The warm taste of home

The power in the chest is burning

The taste of home is a cigarette that Dad can't give up

The smoke filled my fingers

Your shoulders are not wide enough

Can also hold up my day

The taste of home is mother's knitting sweater

Needle and thread connect the warmth of children

A pair of skillful hands

Weaving my way of life

Floating alone in this strange city

It's hard to avoid getting up and falling

From the bottom of my heart

The warm taste of home

Day and night

The taste of home is a cigarette that Dad can't give up

The smoke filled my fingers

Your shoulders are not wide enough

Can also hold up my day

The taste of home is made by my mother

The fragrance of my way

I grew up with a simple meal

Let me know more about the hardships of life

The taste of home is my father's favorite Xiaoshao

Take a sip of the sorrow from the bottom of my heart

Years of dizzy white your hair

Faltered once solid step

The taste of home is mother's knitting sweater

Needle and thread connect the warmth of children

A pair of skillful hands

Weaving my way of life

Floating alone in this strange city

It's hard to avoid getting up and falling

From the bottom of my heart

The warm taste of home

Day and night