Mom, I want to go home. Is osmanthus full of branches?
Mom, I want to go home and miss you, every spring and autumn, every winter and every summer.
Mom, I want to go home and become a sea breeze and kiss your cheek.
Mom, I want to go home. Who separated us?
Mom, I want to go home. I'm something you can't let go of.
Mom, I want to go home. Gui Xiang took the pace of homesickness.
Mom, I want to go home, and my heart is only waiting for you.
Watching your body being trampled by others again and again.
I know mom wants to take me home early, too.
I really want to become a pigeon and fly away from this world.
Tell the world that mom's name is China Zhonghua.
Watching other people's iron claws sting my cheeks over and over again.
I know my mother's heart is also full of scars.
I really want to become a pigeon and fly away from this world.
Tell the world that everything about me belongs only to my mother.
Mom, I want to go home. Who plays the pipa under the moon?
Mom, I want to go home. Is osmanthus full of branches?
Mom, I want to go home and miss you, every spring and autumn, every winter and every summer.
Mom, I want to go home and become a sea breeze and kiss your cheek.
Mom, I want to go home. I'm something you can't let go of.
Mom, I want to go home. Who plays the pipa under the moon?
Mom, I want to go home. Gui Xiang took the pace of homesickness.
Mom, I want to go home, and my heart is only waiting for you.
Watching your body being trampled by others again and again.
I know mom wants to take me home early, too.
I really want to become a pigeon and fly away from this world.
Tell the world that mom's name is China Zhonghua.
Watching other people's iron claws sting my cheeks over and over again.
I know my mother's heart is also full of scars.
I really want to become a pigeon and fly away from this world.
Tell the world that everything about me belongs only to my mother.
Look at my body being trampled by others again and again.
I know mom wants to take me home early, too.
I really want to become a pigeon and fly away from this world.
Tell the world that mom's name is China Zhonghua.
Watching other people's iron claws sting my cheeks over and over again.
I know my mother's heart is also full of scars.
I really want to become a pigeon and fly away from this world.
Tell the world that everything about me belongs only to my mother.
Mom, I want to go home.
My heart is only waiting for you to blossom. ...