Lyric:
(Recitation: With the dream of my childhood,
With the hope of my
childhood,
Quietly flowing toward the
edge of the sky,
Flowing toward the sea—)
Hometown, Hometown, my
Hometown,
Where are you? Where are
you?
In the memory of my
childhood
You are always so beautiful,
beautiful
Always so tranquil and
serene—serene, serene—
I remember
The stream at the village’s front,
With the dream of my childhood,
With the hope of my
childhood,
Quietly flowing toward the
edge of the sky,
Flowing toward the sea.
Ah—how the stream’s clear,
sweet water
Nourished the crops in the
field,
Nourished the cows and sheep
on the banks.
Often I would drink a
mouthful of its waters,
Take a bite of sweet potato,
Already feeling sweet and
satisfied, satisfied—
Influenced, I know, by the
idea of
happiness based
in contentment,
An idea long cultivated by
our traditional culture.
Let me understand what is
divine love,
What is kindness and
benevolence, kindness and benevolence.
(Recitation: The waters of
my hometown
Nourished the crops in the
fields,
Nourished the cows and sheep
on the banks,
Carrying on the hope of my
childhood.)
I remember also
The towering banyan on the hill behind the village,
Quietly, with deep emotion,
relating, relating
the unceasing
dreams of years and years, dreams,
Attracting flocks of happy
birds, freely singing,
freely singing.
Ah—Hometown, my Hometown,
although I can no longer find
The clear water of the
stream at the village’s front,
Nor can I find the towering
banyan on the hill in back,
Yet in my heart, in my
heart, I cannot forget,
cannot forget,
cannot forget.
Ah—my Hometown, my Hometown,
Hometown, Hometown. |
