一故乡到处是桑田, 绿色的山峦耸立在田地尽头的雾汽中, 故乡啊,如今正是秋天。我站在桑田里披一身冰冷的雾气, 我生长在桑田, 天天仰望那刀锋般的树枝频颇地抖颤着, 好似一个个拳头冲向蓝天。如今,我就站在这桑树下面, 极力控制着胸中的郁愤, 苦苦地把你思念, 你正在无边土地的尽头静悄悄地叹息, 我啊,我正在把你思念。 A hometown is full of mulberry fields, green mountains stand in the fog at the end of the field, the hometown ah, it is autumn. I stood in the mulberry fields in a cold mist, I grew up in the mulberry fields, looking at the blade-like branches every day, trembled with frequency, like one fist rushed the blue sky. Now, I stand under the mulberry tree, trying my best to control the indignation in the chest, bitterly thinking about you, and you are quietly sighing at the end of boundless land. I, ah, I miss you.