Mom, I don't want to go home

Depressed mournful,

Drizzle sprinkled,

Like your tears over your cheeks for years,

Listen to the cold rain,

A cry through the strait,

Go home, go home

Mom, I don't want to go home

Every time you left me behind,

Four hundred years ago, three hundred years ago,

A hundred years ago, fifty years ago,

You don't want me first,

It's not that I'm disobedient.

I love my mom,

But she kept me wandering

Let me wander the world.

When you are so weak that you are immaculate

When you are weak and deceitful,

I am your gift of self-preservation,

over and over

being bullied,

slaughtered,

enslaved,

How can I not complain about you,

My mother.

I cherish your warm body fragrance,

I yearn for your loving face,

I love your warm embrace,

I miss your gentle arms,

Looking

I see your prosperity,

East Wind Night Release,

Shooting stars like rain,

Brightly lit,

Mom, you are getting younger and more beautiful,

More and more mature, beautiful,

Your love is as good as ever,

But I didn't want to go home.

I'm tired of waiting,

I still don't want to go home.

I'm most afraid,

My heart has just healed,

Then there is another scar of abandonment.