Going home Text/Qintian: The migratory birds are gone with the season, but your heart is still tied - the unopened spring flowers and linger with wisps of love

           Go home

              文/勤田

Migratory birds go with the season

Only your heart is still tied to-

The unbloomed spring flowers

And with wisps of love silk

A home that haunts my hometown

A circle of rippling evening bells

Circle by circle to expand the homesickness

You accept it

What the fallen leaves suggest

For that golden stamen

May it blow its homecoming horn sooner

One by one in the starry night

Pray for the spring to bloom

Open your heart

Laugh and listen to the flowers

Magpies chirp

Spread your wings among the clouds

Outside the sky

No more wandering in the world

The feather that has returned

Only then did I realize that I was a leaf kite

There is a heartline behind him

The golden horn of the spring festival smashed into the station

The Green Train is about to depart