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When I was a child,
小時候，
Nostalgia seemed a small stamp:
鄉(xiāng)愁是一枚小小的郵票，
“Here am I
我在這頭，
And there ……my mother.”
母親在那頭。
Then I was a grown-up,
長大后，
Nostalgia became a traveling ticket:
鄉(xiāng)愁是一張窄窄的船票，
“Here am I
我在這頭，
And there……my bride.”
新娘在那頭。
During the later years,
后來啊！
Nostalgia turned to be a graveyard:
鄉(xiāng)愁是一方矮矮的墳?zāi)梗?/div>
“Here am I
我在外頭，
And yonder……my mother.”
母親在里頭。
And now at present,
而現(xiàn)在，
Nostalgia looms large to be a channel:
鄉(xiāng)愁是一灣淺淺的海峽，
“Here am I
我在這頭，
And yonder……my Continent!”
大陸在那頭。
