When the cold wind is howling

When snowflakes fall in the sky of another country

I remembered the North

I remembered the place where I was born and raised

The North –

My mother

My father

My fathers and fellow villagers

And—

That only shook my childhood

Shake the years

Shake as long as the years

The cradle of dreams that withered and flourished as the years and

The river that rises and falls

In the light and shadow of time

I carry my own seasons

carrying his own passionate youthful image

Far from the north

Far away from the place where I was born and raised

In the years of being in another country

Deep in the season in another country

With the vicissitudes of singing voice

Singing –

The wind was blowing and the clouds were flying

Fly your dreams

Raise youth

Hope for your own life

It will be in the river of years in another country

Bleaching brings out another kind of touching

Youth inhabits because of alienation

Dreams inhabit because of unfamiliarity

The changing seasons in a foreign country

Savor the feeling of growth

Slowly froze his original bright smile

I remember—

northern

I remembered the land that gave birth to me and raised me

Mother will be my childhood

Sowing in the north

Sow seeds in that vast land

And so my childhood grew up on that land

Grow up lushly

Grow up in a nutshell

In the eyes of the mother

It grows into a landscape that will not wither

Brilliantly reflected——

Mother's smile of relief

In the father's heart

My childhood grew up to be-

An eternal and exciting heroic dream

in my life

A childhood that will never wither

It is still growing lushly

Grow into an ageless tree on that land

Shadow the childhood of future generations

Maybe my memories are starting to get old

My childhood will be in that land.

Mature up

Only then will someone start picking

Only then will someone treasure it seriously

Only then will someone write it as the most touching story

Still dedicated to the North

Dedicated to the land that grew up in my childhood

With the most touching plot

Nurturing future generations

Long lost in the North

Almost isolated-

Messages with that land

Let this haunt the north

Haunting the land

Haunting the rustic style of that land

Haunting the mood of the pure folks

In the quiet passage of time in another country-

The heavier it gets, the thicker it sinks

It's so thick that it can't be dissolved

It's so thick that it suffocates me from time to time

only to find out -

Leave the North

Get out of that land

It's your own stupidest action

I can no longer rest on my laurel

I really want to let the migratory birds fly north one day earlier

Bring to the North

Bring that land

My long-lost greetings and apologies

The sky is freezing

This greeting was also frozen

Apologies burned fiercely in my heart

Will my mood -

Burned into the North

- The land that is still lush in the season

The industrious folks raised their whips

There was a crunch

Exploded the dawn

exploded the wish to reclaim the four seasons

In the passage of time

The seasons in that land

Reclamation becomes—

The smiles of relief on the faces of the villagers

The ancient Mon River rises and falls with the seasons

Rising water falling into the water

Rise into a fervent hope

A fruitful harvest

That's all—

The Meng River that records the years

It flows quietly in that land

Cleansing Qingxin's dream

The era of cleansing and purifying

Hence the passion of youth

It began to surge like the water of the Meng River

Start decorating that land

Decorates the seasons that flourish on that land

Adorn the splendid harvest of that land

I was in the north when the season began to flourish

Left the land

Raising the jerky sails of life

Began to wander in a foreign land

When several storms hit

The sails of life can no longer be opened

You can't see the edge of the vast sea of emotions

I only saw the vast waves of smoke rippling and swaying in front of me

I have nothing left

I remembered the North

I remembered the land

When my footsteps have just stepped out of the youthful atmosphere

I designed my own world in a foreign country

Thought that his zodiac sign -

It will shine into eternal pride in the sky of another country

Far from that land

Struggling to move forward

It's starting to get sour

Life –

Originally rooted in that land

In the nurturing of that land

has sprouted into its own youthful atmosphere

Maybe it's young and frivolous

Maybe it's because of the high spirits

Too much to expect

Too much predatory greed

only to make a mistake in letting their dreams -

Go to another country to make a nest

The nest has spawned—

The most sincere attachment and memory to that land

That land

There is a vast feeling

Have a big mind

Generations of simple folks have been nurtured

In that land—

Although there has never been a towering figure

Plain and simple, calm and calm

The feelings of that land are the purest and truest

Endure suffering

Tolerate grievances

Contains all the obscure plots that have been staged

The tribesmen of that land

It's the same as that land—

There is a vast feeling

Have a big mind

Something said-

That land has changed now

It becomes a cluster of buildings

Modern civilization is already in that land—

Interpret endless landscapes

My heart began to surge

My heart can't wait

Although my passion has evolved in the years of the foreign land—

Severely eroded by the wind

Though my bags are still the same as they were when I came—

Nothing

When the land hears my footsteps

I think it will—

Still in the most solemn way

Put me in my original position

With the warmest feelings

Heal me from my wounds in another country

With the most sincere expectation -

Encourage me to start again

Walk out of the new wonderful

This is the North

This is the land that gave birth to me and raised me