歌词翻译 (English)
Go Home!
Go home! My fields will get desolate.
How many years of hesitation?
Oh, how many years of paleness?
How many years of waiting?
Oh, how many years of shivering?
Go home! My guitar's getting scrapped,
getting scrapped.
Who forgot and left you in desolation?
Heavily knocking at you, oh my guitar.
My loud voice will polish your face.
Delightedly plucking your strings, oh my guitar.
My callused hands will derust you,
derust you.
Go home! My old friend's getting older,
getting older.
The numerous marks on cheeks that make me rueful.
Hold my hands tight, oh, so tight,
My sincere arms will warm your hands.
Cry as loudly as you want, oh, just cry
My nostalgic tears will mix with yours,
with yours.
Go home! The tea garden's getting desolate,
getting desolate.
A dirt-covered cup for me to reminisce about.
Boiling a pot of water, oh, making tea;
Your sweet tenderness shall quench my thirst.
Swallowing a puff of smoke and spraying a puff of fog;
Your fragrant silence shall rinse my melancholy away,
my melancholy.
Go home! My fields will get desolate.
How many years of hesitation?
Oh, how many years of paleness?
How many years of waiting?
Oh, how many years of shivering?