How do we define a peace land?
And where is the home, craving to return?
Listen, what did the birds and trees say?
The true pleasures lie beneath the mountain
A single bound will take us there
It is our first homeland where we were born free.
Seagull migrates well,
Pine tree wouldn't move
Look, they reunion in one home garden
They imagine that all their
Woes, hurts and indignities
Would not exist
in their imagined homeland.
Where we learnt justice at our mother's knee
return is easy, we just have to dare
The true pleasures lie beneath the mountain
In their minds, homeland
is in stasis.
The life they left is lingering
waiting for them to return.
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 2:16 AM UTC
How do we define a peace land?
And where is the home, craving to return?
Listen, what did the birds and trees say?
The true pleasures lie beneath the mountain
A single bound will take us there
It is our first homeland where we were born free.
Seagull migrates well,
Pine tree wouldn't move
Look, they reunion in one home garden
They imagine that all their
Woes, hurts and indignities
Would not exist
in their imagined homeland.
Where we learnt justice at our mother's knee
return is easy, we just have to dare
The true pleasures lie beneath the mountain
In their minds, homeland
is in stasis.
The life they left is lingering
waiting for them to return.
Dedicate to a double festival in China 2020-- Chinese national holiday as well as Mid-Autumn Festival
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