Monday, July 22, 2013

Missing My Hometown

I couldn't recall its last portrait
People, friends, and even that place where I prayed
Several years have gone down the drain
I begin to wonder, what has already changed

Will it still be cold when dusk bites?
In the pitch-black sky, are there still hanging lights?
Oh how I badly miss my home town!
I would do anything not to let my home down

Kids' laughters, irritating screams
A morning wake-up call during a blissful dream
The scent of the cold and breezy day
In the arms of my grandma, I wish I could stay

Sad memories, roller-coaster rides
I will never forget all of my uphill climbs
Bitter and sweet that's how things were
No matter what, they will never be in a blur