In the long river of years,
Flowing with the veins of the family,
Houses, the bricks and stones that bear history,
One day, I will find a new owner.
The wind blows through the old eaves,
whispering the stories of the past,
The laughter and laughter of the past,
Now only traces of time remain.
I stand at the crossroads of time,
Gazing at the imprint of this heritage,
order of heirs to the house,
Like an unfinished psalm.
The grace of parents is as deep as the ocean,
They build this warm harbor,
Now they have drifted away,
Leave the house for future generations to inherit.
Brothers and sisters, connected by blood,
We guard this world together,
Growing up under the protection of parents,
Now, it's time to shoulder that responsibility.
Nieces and nephews, in the prime of their youth,
They are the hope and future of the family,
When we grow old, they will relay,
Continue to protect this homeland.
Distant relatives, although estranged but affectionate,
At critical moments, they lend a hand,
Maybe one day, they will become,
The new owner of the land.
O house, thou hast seen the rise and fall of the family,
You carry the dreams and hopes of generations,
Now you are waiting for a new master,
Keep writing your legacy.
I have this order in my collection,
It's like cherishing a family epic,
Maybe one day, I'll become,
The inheritor of this land.
But no matter what the future holds,
I will always bear in mind this responsibility and mission,
Guarding this homeland,
Until the last moment of life.
Years are like songs, life is like dreams,
order of heirs to the house,
Flowing in the long river of history,
Inheriting the glory and dreams of the family.
In the innumerable alternation of day and night,
I ponder the true meaning of life,
Houses are not just piles of masonry,
It is also the emotional sustenance and family bond.
It has witnessed our growth and change,
Carrying our laughter and tears,
It is our common memory,
It is also our hope for the future.
Whenever I think of this land,
A warm current swelled up in my heart,
That's the nostalgia and longing for home,
It is also a vision and expectation for the future.
order of heirs to the house,
More than just a transfer of responsibility,
It is a continuation of emotion,
A love and loyalty to the family.
No matter how the future may change,
I will stick to this land,
Guarding the glory and dreams of the family,
Let this legacy last forever.
Because in my heart,
It's not just a house,
It is also an emotional sustenance,
A deep attachment to home.
I will be this attachment,
passed on to the next generation,
so that they can also feel it,
This warmth and strength from the family.
order of heirs to the house,
is an eternal epic,
Passed down in the long river of years,
It tells the inheritance and glory of the family.
Let's protect this land together,
Let this legacy be passed on forever,
Let the glory and dreams of the family,
Shine forever in the long river of years.