When I was young,
Homesickness is the smell of charcoal under the New Year round table,
I'm here,
The triad courtyard is over there.

When I grow up,
Homesickness is the homely taste of mother's skillful hands,
I'm here,
The south is over there.

later,
Homesickness is sweet and salty sweet potato flavor
I'm on the Atlantic side,
You are on the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

And now,
Homesickness is the fragrance of memories,
I'm outside,
I also live in my heart.

The fragrance, just like a song,
Often tell a certain story in the memory segment.

And homesickness, like a puzzle,
Often in daily life trivialities,
Piece together the picture that we will try to remember in the future.

Homesickness sings out life, taste forms memories,
I hope the Homesick I created,
It can also make you in life, in life,
Think of the little things of happiness that you once had.