Can't hold the passing years

It's like a galloping horse that can't pull it

Step into the bus and drive into the distance

I kissed the lovely dream

Wave goodbye to my dear homeland

Depart as soon as the time comes

There is no room for hesitation

I opened the window and couldn't look back

Walked in such a hurry

Both hands tugged at the heavy package

Smell the fragrant scent of tea leaves

But it can't take away the fragrance of flowers

The nostalgia along the way, all of them, are sent to the hope of tomorrow......