the little wooden cottage, chopsticks and a jar of clear water in my homeland
and plenty of days after
plenty of farewells
all illuminated by you
today
I say nothing
Let others speak
Let the river fishermen from afar tell
There is a lamp
The faint eyes of river
Shining brightly
The lamp will be sleeping in my room today
After this month, we open the door
Some flowers blooming on the tall tree
Some fruits bearing in the deep soil
新 娘
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故乡的小木屋、筷子、一缸清水 |
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