On the way home,
I count how many summers and winters have passed in my lifetime
I count of the ups and downs of this journey,
the (many) times I’ve laughed,
and cried
On the way home,
I count all 365 days in a year
I count the days having victory or defeat,
and also those days with full of content
Going home, I feel blessed/happy
I’m happy to be able to hug my parents
Saying a little, I’m shy to start to talk
The lights are close to waning
Going home, I feel lonely
Loneliness is also waiting to appease
It takes the layers of costumes,
blowing happiness in the middle of the fog
On the way home,
I count how many times I was happy in a year
I count how ups and downs of my temperament in a day,
what is poor,
and rich?
On the way home,
I count the flowing speed of time throughout the years
I count who can coexist with adversity in this life,
everything slowly starts to makes sense
Going home, I feel blessed/happy
I’m happy to be able to hug my parents
Saying a little, I’m shy to start to talk
The lights are close to waning
Going home, I feel lonely
Loneliness is also waiting to appease
It takes the layers of costumes,
blowing happiness in the middle of the fog
Going home, I feel blessed/happy
I’m happy to be able to hug my parents
Saying a little, I’m shy to start to talk
The lights are close to waning
Going home, I feel lonely
Loneliness is also waiting to appease
It takes the layers of costumes,
blowing happiness in the middle of the fog
On the way home,
I pat a little on the shoulders with contaminated dust
More tiring making me adhere to the same tired footsteps,
going home really brings happiness