When I was young,
my homesickness was a small stamp,
I was here,
my mother was there.

After growing up,
my homesickness was a narrow ticket,
I was here,
my bride was there.

Later,
my homesickness was a little tomb,
I was outside,
my mother was inside.

And now,
my homesickness is a shallow strait,
I am here,
the mainland is there.