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It's a long way home

author:Small vultures can be

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

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