歌词
留灯盼长望 今晚夜回
归途难短聚 明朝早返
空留谁留空 不湿衣裳
满伤感感伤 事已平常
欢乐事不多
就清粥止肚
烦恼不敢言
磨烂心肠间
家是浮沉的小舟
摇在江湖海上面
家是清寡的白粥
水和着米浆稠成一片
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.