歌词翻译 (English)
Roaming the World
Vast rivers and seas are calling,
Calling the lost brooks;
High mountains and hills are awaiting,
Awaiting the melting snow.
Long stream flows a thousand mile
Finally runs into destination;
Light snowflake floats with wind
Finally back to its home.
Roamer, roamer,
Where have you exiled?
Roamer, roamer,
Come back to me soon.
Flowing water hugs the earth with its arms,
As I can't even touch you.
High peaks' eyes look down at the thousand-mile prospect,
But I can't even find you.