"A short journey, but I kept stopping and starting."

"There's already quite a distance between us."

"I wonder if I'm touching a story or a feeling."

Perhaps all we're hoping for is to defy time.

"Seeing you again."

"In the cool morning light."

"She had a very sweet smile."

"When I first encountered this world..."

"…………"

The hardships and exhaustion experienced in the city are gradually washed away by the little things in my hometown.

The man in the video is enjoying the scenery along the way on his way home.

The warm sun shone on him, and a gentle breeze brushed past him.

Every blade of grass and every tree felt both familiar and new.

My hometown, which I haven't seen in a long time.

It seems like everything has changed.

Yet it seems like nothing has changed.

Just then, he bumped into the relative who had always stayed in his hometown.

Her bewildered gaze gradually welled up with tears, and then she revealed a sweet and warm smile.

Wen He is truly amazing; how does he manage to create a song that is both melancholic and healing?

One second you're rushing around in a cold, bustling city, enduring wind and rain; the next you're back in a rural village, seeing the person who loves you most.

If you have time, go home and visit your family more often. Just seeing you once can make them happy for a long time.

I think the line "Seeing you again, in the cool morning light, smiling so sweetly" can also be interpreted as personifying one's hometown. Thinking about it that way is actually quite romantic!

Three years ago, I failed in business and accumulated a lot of debt. I suffered a lot, but after paying it all off, I returned to my hometown. When I stepped out of the station and onto that land, I felt a warmth that came from within, as if nature was embracing me. It was incredibly comfortable and I was so happy. I still can't forget that feeling. I haven't been back to the city since. My hometown is great; I farm, raise chickens and ducks, and live a relaxed and carefree life.

The evening breeze ruffles the white hairs at your temples.

"Smooth the scars left by memories~"

"Your eyes, a mixture of light and shadow, make your smile bloom like a flower."

"Twilight conceals your faltering steps."

"Take a look at the painting hidden by the bedside~"

"In the painting, you're speaking with your head down~~"

Those who heard this were immediately stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

My heart, which had just been healed, was immediately stabbed again.

The smile that was just on his face froze instantly.

Soon, tears streamed down her face.

Its armor penetration efficiency is quite astonishing.

The "you" in the lyrics can refer to anyone.

Your father, mother, grandparents, maternal grandparents...

When you were young, they saw you off at the train station, giving you countless words of advice and watching you return to the big city with tears in their eyes.

Later you said you were busy with work and could only see each other once a year, and sometimes you wouldn't see each other at all throughout the year.

Hearing that you're coming back for the New Year, they went out to the market before dawn, bundled up in thick clothes, to prepare ingredients.

You told them there was traffic and they might not get home until the early hours of the morning, and asked them to go to sleep first. They replied, "Okay, okay, drive carefully."

But when you actually come back, you find them standing guard at the door, their faces red from the cold wind.

When you saw this scene, you felt both heartbroken and angry: "Didn't I tell you to go to sleep first? Even if you were waiting for me to come back, you should have waited at home. Why are you waiting here? It's so cold here, what if you catch a cold!"

But they were laughing happily: "It's dark in the village, I'm afraid you won't be able to find your way home. I recognize your car."

And then...

They always repeat the same things over and over again.

"How are you doing out there? Are you eating well? You can't skip three meals a day, and you have to eat an egg every day for nutrition."

"Won't you suffer any mistreatment outside? No matter how busy you are at work, you must get enough sleep and not stay up late. If it's too tiring, you should go back to your hometown."

"Are you going home for Chinese New Year this year? We've made sausages and cured a lot of bacon. If you're not coming back, I'll send them to you so you can taste the flavors of home."

"Busy... It's okay, being busy is good, being busy is good. You don't need to worry about us, we're doing well back home. I won't bother you anymore. Give us a call if you miss home."

People whose memories are stirred by the song...

At this moment, I can no longer suppress the homesickness in my heart.

They cried their hearts out.

I miss my grandma... She passed away when I was in the second year of junior high school... She held on until I came back, and only after seeing me one last time did she breathe her last... She said her biggest worry was me, saying I was timid and afraid I would be bullied in the future...

No matter what, I have to go back to my hometown this year... Every time I see my elders, it's one less time I'll get to see them...

I went back to my hometown to work after getting my salary this year. It's embarrassing to admit, but after being away for so long, I haven't earned much money. I might as well go back home and spend more time with my family.

My mom, who used to be the most nagging, passed away six months ago... After she left, I had no family left in this world... I later found out... She kept urging me to get married because she was afraid that after she left, I would be all alone and helpless in this world...

I'm still amazed by how vast the world is!

"Also, I'm captivated by childhood sweet nothings~"

"Nothing remains but truth and falsehood, no struggle, just a pointless joke."

"I finally gave my youth back to her~"

"Including the vibrant summer captured by your fingertips~"

"What the heart desires, it carries away with the wind."

"In the name of love, would you still be willing?"

As the song gradually faded away, the audience's memories were once again stirred.

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