Thousands of miles home,
　　Years of Chinese houses
　　Ping Shan random cluster fly soul.
　　Eye brow faded very heavy spring
　　Linghua know I sold Xiangyu.
　　Both swallows return,
　　Lonely people should be laughs solution.
　　Zero down song dance
　　Grudge Qingjiang song.
　　Million trees green in the doldrums,
　　A red trickle court.

　　Xi Lu James grass and sun with a far village
　　Qiao from the door several more rudimentary horn
　　Confusion in habitat crow, flying at dusk downtown
　　Days of the city were much higher, Hong Wen Yu Xiu Pi
　　Off process often can be ecstasy
　　How my heart to the people, individual people sideways

　　As the holiday approaches, and grasses are bright after rain,
　　And the causeway gleams with willows, and wheatfields wave in the wind,
　　We are thinking of our kinsfolk, far away from us.
　　O cuckoo, why do you follow us, why do you call us home?