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YU, Guangzhong


When I was young,

Nostalgia was a tiny, tiny stamp,

Me on this side,

Mother on the other side.

When I grew up,

Nostalgia was a narrow boat ticket,

Me on this side,

Bride on the other side.

But later on,

Nostalgia was a lowly grave,

Me on the outside,

Mother on the inside.

And at present,

Nostalgia becomes a shallow strait,

Me on this side,

Mainland on the other side.