Who remembers the village gate, who forgets? Living far from home, who still searches for the homeland? Still listening to mother's soothing words.
Village gate imprinted with the soul of the countryside
Gathering memories of childhood
Standing at the gate, waiting, chirping.
Mother's figure in the market... thinking about it now still hurts
Moss covered the base of the wall
Tilting bricks on the country lane
Yellow flowers bloom all over the dike
The village gate is bustling every spring
Some people go and some stay in the village.
Every year that passes, I love you more and more
Is it the debt of homeland?
The banyan tree, the ferry, the familiar road
Who remembers the village gate, who forgets?
Wandering in a foreign land, still searching for the homeland
Still listen to mother's comfort
Still hear the call of the homeland.