Don't ask if my home is in Tianya
I know there are mountains of azaleas
Don't ask if there is a myth in my home
I know the crescent moon lives in the tree
Don't ask when my home will arrive
The river flows with my concern for you and me
Don't ask if my home is rich and prosperous
I light the star torch in the night sky
My home is in my heart, my home is in my dream
Crossing mountains and seas, I still watch you
You turn your ardent expectations into moonlight at the window
Wandering over the mountains
You escort me to the distance with your warm eyes
A little grass heart makes me cry in my dream
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