When I was a child， my homesickness was a small stamp
Linking Mum at the other end and me this.

When grown up， I remained homesick， but it became a ticket　
By which I sailed to and from my bride at the other end.

Then homesickness took the shape of a grave，?
Mum inside of it and me outside.

Now I’m still homesick， but it is a narrow strait

Separating me on this side and the mainland on the other.