Hai bun—Missing

by li hongkun

to Left behind of Children

The sun is rising, I open the eyes,

I looked around, I hope you can immediately appear in front of my eyes,

But this is just a beautiful expectation.

The sunset was gone, I close the eyes,

I recall your shadow in mind, I hope you can appear in my dream,

It must a beautiful dream.

Everything is revive, the season is full of hope,

Farmers start farming, the bare branches grow out buds,

I always walk on a mule trail, missing you.

The dog days, Cicadas shouted tirelessly,

The naughty children is swimming in the river,

I stand on high, watching the horizon.

Leaves become yellow, begin its journey for all,

The face of farmer is full of the joy of harvest,

It is not my harvest time, you still do not return.

The sigher is blowing the snow mountain,

The pace of the Spring Festival is coming quietly,

Return, return, return, is the strongest desire in my heart.

Ah, mom and dad, when do you come back?