Like an etherealfluteisthe song of
hometown Always sounding ata
moonlitnight. Butavague
gazeisthe look of
hometown Likewaving handin foggy mist whiledeparting
After parting
Nostalgia, a tree without annual ring Never grows old 乡愁 Nostalgia
诗/席慕容 译/黎历 A Poem By Xi Murong/Tr.By Lily 故乡的歌是一支清远的笛 Like anetherealfluteisthe song
of hometown 总在有月亮的晚上响起 Always sounding ata
moonlitnight 故乡的面貌却是一种模糊的怅望 Butavague
gazeisthe look of
hometown 仿佛雾里的挥手别离 Likewaving handin foggy mist whiledeparting
离别後 After parting 乡愁是一棵没有年轮的树 Nostalgia,a tree without annual ring 永不老去 Never grows old