This is the pulse of the wanderer.
What flows is
A cavity of pure love, a cavity of love.
Childhood memories and
A lingering attachment
Melody of oratorio, harmonious beat
Send away the sunset and welcome the morning light.
Report on the rise and fall of small villages
year after year
Mountains and dense jungles.
You are at its feet.
Whispering day and night
Listen carefully.
Passion song: send me on my way
Melody after melody: eternal tenderness
That's sometimes confusing: it's to relieve your worries.
Or an implicit whisper
It makes people feel fresh, sweet and unforgettable.
How many storms have you walked through in the streams of your hometown?
After thousands of years of vicissitudes
Your blood remains the same, and your face remains the same.
Whether playing in your arms as a child.
Or hiding behind you?
Peeping at the veil girl, that kind.
Good memories will be sealed forever.
In my memory.
The stream in my hometown
Hope all is well with you
Although I have been influenced by jazz music now.
Surround, love songs dance, cut into uniforms
I love your singing best.
Rippling nostalgia
Slowly flowing and lingering
Enough for a lifetime.
A strong local accent