I see you again
My beautiful hometown
And the golden wheat fields
Mom has to use it to make your wedding dress
My childhood sang there
Time goes by, but never returns
My mother is a blooming flower
Time goes by, but never returns
My childhood, bouncing and singing
In that wheat field
I see you again
My beautiful hometown
And the golden wheat fields
Mom, you use it to make your wedding dress
My childhood sang there
Time goes by, but never returns
My mother is a blooming flower
Time goes by, but never returns
My childhood, bouncing and singing
In that wheat field
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