The Way Home
On the way home, I count how many summers and winters have passed in my lifetimeI count of the ups and downs of this journey, the (many) times I’ve laughed, and cried
On the way home, I count all 365 days in a yearI count the days having victory or defeat, and also those days with full of content
Going home, I feel blessed/happyI’m happy to be able to hug my parentsSaying a little, I’m shy to start to talkThe lights are close to waning
Going home, I feel lonelyLoneliness is also waiting to appeaseIt takes the layers of costumes,blowing happiness in the middle of the fog
On the way home, I count how many times I was happy in a yearI count how ups and downs of my temperament in a day, what is poor, and rich?
On the way home, I count the flowing speed of time throughout the yearsI count who can coexist with adversity in this life, everything slowly starts to makes sense
On the way home, I pat a little on the shoulders with contaminated dustMore tiring making me adhere to the same tired footsteps, going home really brings happiness