My motherland
always,I thought she was faraway
in the end of those big rivers
far from the madding crowd
alongside of a stranger

Always,I thought she was faraway
by the rivulet blooming with peach
floating on the green glass and white snow, in the remote norland
wandering in the edge around my dreamland

And yet,as the train moved,
I saw the figure belonging to mama, beside the dark rail
breeze flutterred her grizzle
breeze raised up her hand
just had held down
I eventually found out, my motherland
never had been faraway