White clouds are floating in the sky
The running water under the bridge is quiet
The scenery of the village is unforgettable
Now I'm away from home
Night and night looking forward to endless desolation
I think of my hometown, I think of my parents
A piece of Acacia fills the chest
Ah, when will you go home
Ah, when will I return to my hometown
It's been a couple of years, wandering life
It always reminds me of where I grew up
Because there is my kind mother
She's waiting for me every day, mother
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