Living in a far away country, from time to time, I fall into a deep longing for my distant home. Missing my hometown, my heart forgets how to smile. Words sound like math equations. I feel like I am living changing masks every day, hiding my true spirit.
Listening to the sounds of bamboo trees rusting in the wind on my hometown's mountains in my heart, I pray that the time comes when my spirit can fly back home after all my jobs have been fulfilled here.