When I was a child,
小时候,Nostalgia seemed a small stamp:
乡愁是一枚小小的邮票,“Here am I
我在这头,
And there ……my mother.”
母亲在那头。Then I was a grown-up,
长大后,Nostalgia became a traveling ticket:
乡愁是一张窄窄的船票,“Here am I
我在这头,And there……my bride.”
新娘在那头。During the later years,
后来啊!Nostalgia turned to be a graveyard:
乡愁是一方矮矮的坟墓,“Here am I
我在外头,And yonder……my mother.”
母亲在里头。And now at present,
而现在,Nostalgia looms large to be a channel:
乡愁是一湾浅浅的海峡,“Here am I
我在这头,And yonder……my Continent!”
大陆在那头。