鹿港小鎮 [Lù gǎng xiǎo zhèn] [English translation]

Sir, if you come from Lo̍k-káng, the little town

May I ask you, have you seen my parents?

My family lives at the back of Mazu temple

That little grocery store that sells incense

Sir, if you come from Lo̍k-káng, the little town

May I ask you, have you seen my lover?

When I left home she was eighteen

She had a good heart and curly long hair

Taipei isn't my home

My hometown has no neon light

Lo̍k-káng's streets, Lo̍k-káng's fishing village

People who burn incense in Mazu temple

Taipei isn't my home

My hometown has no neon light

Lo̍k-káng's early morning, Lo̍k-káng's evening

People who hover in the civilization

[Sir, if you come from Lo̍k-káng, the little town

May I ask you, have you told my parents?

Taipei isn't my imagined golden paradise

The city doesn't have the dream I had]

In dream I return to Lo̍k-káng, the little town again

The people who worship in the temple are still devoted

Years can't conceal parents' honest smile

The girl in dream still has long hair

I've heard that they knocked down the red bricks in hometown and replaced them with concrete walls

The people in hometown get what they want

But they've also lost what they possessed

A mottled plank of the wooden door was carved with these words

The posterity will always be blessed

Tradition will be passed through generations

Lo̍k-káng's little town ~ ~ ~

Sir, if you come from Lo̍k-káng, the little town