#gujian

My father roams in the desert lands, Without a chance to die. Where the sun beats down on the burning sands When will you return? Oh, when will you return?

My mother lies on the mountaintops, But cannot reach the sky. Where the clouds break and the water drops. When will you return? Oh, when will you return?

My brother grieves on a distant shore, Where no one hears his cry. In the pouring rains and the winds that roar. When will you return? Oh, when will you return?

My sister meanders through Huaixi, Without ever asking why? When the rivers and the springs run dry. When will you return? Oh, when will you return?

My wife lives out in Pengze, A thousand hills from home. Locked away by land and sea. When will you return? Oh, when will you return?

My son resides up above the clouds, his soul is out to sea. Will his body pass through the milling crowds? When will you return? Oh, when will you return?