Do you still remember?
When I was young
Mother standing at the door of the call
This call
Mother's smiling face
We'll be like birds homing
Go home for dinner
Go home for dinner
No matter what's in the bowl, it's extremely sweet
Go home for dinner
Go home for dinner
That kind of taste is often in the tongue
We have grown up
I've tasted the bitterness
Go home to become the distant call of mother
This call
Mother's smiling face
It's the warmth of home that comes first
Go home for dinner
Go home for dinner
No matter what's in the bowl, it's extremely sweet
Go home for dinner
Go home for dinner
That kind of taste is often in the tongue
Go home for dinner
Go home for dinner
No matter what's in the bowl, it's extremely sweet
Go home for dinner
Go home for dinner
That kind of taste is often in the tongue
Go home for dinner
Go home for dinner
No matter what's in the bowl, it's extremely sweet
Go home for dinner
Go home for dinner
The call is still in my ears
Did you go home for dinner?
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