Hometown, poplar

Far away

I see my hometown

Hometown That tree is slightly up

Time passes through the eye sockets woven with meticulous branches

There was a ray of light that I couldn't bear to look at

It was the mother's warm gaze

It was she who was eagerly looking forward to it

Hope Wandering Son

Approached

I walked into my hometown

Hometown Underneath the tall poplars

I'm gone with my mother

Mother was on her watch

Left this tree warm palm

Still gently swaying in the wind

Mark me the direction of the perch