乡愁/席慕容

故乡的歌是一支清远的笛
总在有月亮的晚上响起

故乡的面貌却是一种模糊的怅望
仿佛雾里的挥手别离

离别后
乡愁是一棵没有年轮的树
永不老去

Homesickness
Xi Murong

The song of homeland is a flute
Often playing distantly in moonlit eves

But it always turn into a blurred image
A misty fare-thee-well when homeland is recalled

After the farewell
Homesickness grows into a tree of no rings
That never will grow old
Tr. Brent Yan

乡愁/席慕容

故乡的歌是一支清远的笛
总在有月亮的晚上响起

故乡的面貌却是一种模糊的怅望
仿佛雾里的挥手别离

离别后
乡愁是一棵没有年轮的树
永不老去

Homesickness
Xi Murong

The song of homeland is a flute
Often playing distantly in moonlit eves

But it always turn into a blurred image
A misty fare-thee-well when homeland is recalled

After the farewell
Homesickness grows into a tree of no rings
That never will grow old
Tr. Brent Yan