March settles the squares and the circles. The war has ended, why is my homeland still so far away?
I came back to touch March
The xoan flowers are in full bloom, the purple flowers are fragrant.
Cup your hands to catch the soft dew drops
The broken folk song on the porch... Miss Ban.
Temple door also gradually less visitors
Incense sticks linger in the middle of spring for a few rounds
Seeing the mother's shoulder pole bent
Seasonal swings from the fragrant fields.
March settles the squares and circles
The war is over, why is my hometown still so far away?
Tiptoeing through rough terrain
But the pain of a cycle of life.
I come back to find my childhood
Into the distant fairy tale... March.