家的概念

留燈盼長望今晚夜回
歸途難短聚明朝早返
空留誰留空不濕衣裳
滿傷感感傷事已平常
歡樂事不多
就清粥止肚
煩惱不敢言
磨爛心腸間
家是浮沉的小舟
搖在江湖海上面
家是清寡的白粥
水和著米漿稠成一片
Keeping the lights on expecting their kids to return home.
They hear: “later, we probably later.'
The way home is too long to spend enough time with the family.
They hear: 'earlier, we promise earlier.'
Who is left alone in the house? Whose sleeves have been wet owing in tears?
Sentimental as things seem, which are normal.
This life tastes like plain congee, not tasty but stay the stomachache.
Troubles that didn't pour out have been ground, crushed, and swallowed.
Home is like a sailing boat.
Swaying on the rivers, lakes and seas.
Home is like plain congee.
Only rice and water, no flavor is mixed.