The road back home is long, long
As if there is no end
The car kept driving, kept driving
Through countless tunnels
Pass through countless bridges
The view on the road
Changed and changed
Countless mountains
Each one seems to resemble the mountain beam behind their house
Endless fields
Each field seems to grow on the edge of its own home
Every line of cooking smoke seems to be on the roof of your own house
Every strange back, as if like their own father's mother'
The car is still driving, and the road is still very long
From early morning to dusk
From dusk to dawn
Send away the sun and usher in the moon
Driving away the sunset and ushering in the morning light
Blocks, blocks, hearts are getting closer
The road is getting closer and closer
Gradually, gradually
The mountain seemed to be the one who had cut firewood at that time
The water seemed to have swum there as if he had been swimming there
The lawn, it was determined, was still grazing the cattle there
It's here, it's here
Familiar winding roads, familiar villages
Familiar houses, familiar faces