without any imagination floating, flying through space and time, wandering far into the past, approaching the sweetness of the heart, so worthy of meaning, longing was sticking up again, along the life story that has been imprinted, repeating the taste that ever existed, no matter how tired of body and heart, stepped up to hug you, miss it is always there for you, this heart always remembers you, you are part of my life story a place I've always missed, the birthplace of my hometown.
Hometown, the place where we fate, for you who are far from the place who has introduced you what this life means, do not ever be ashamed to mention the name of your hometown in the city of people. If your hometown has been burned, then run as far as possible.