Falling leaves returning to their roots, like the singer leaving his homeland heavily in his heart to begin a journey with only household tools in his sack. He chooses to leave as staying would fill him with regret, willing to bear the loneliness and worries of being away from home, as home is where his love is at his side.
Falling leaves returning to their roots, like the singer leaving his homeland heavily in his heart to begin a journey with only household tools in his sack. He chooses to leave as staying would fill him with regret, willing to bear the loneliness and worries of being away from home, as home is where his love is at his side.
Falling leaves returning to their roots, like the singer leaving his homeland heavily in his heart to begin a journey with only household tools in his sack. He chooses to leave as staying would fill him with regret, willing to bear the loneliness and worries of being away from home, as home is where his love is at his side.
Falling leaves returning to their roots, like the singer leaving his homeland heavily in his heart to begin a journey with only household tools in his sack. He chooses to leave as staying would fill him with regret, willing to bear the loneliness and worries of being away from home, as home is where his love is at his side.
Raising my head to gaze at the boundless grey clouds,
That season is called "loneliness." My sack is stuffed with household tools, Thus begins my journey. During the day, I cannot feel the warmth of the sun, During the night, I cannot see the bluish moonlight. I had no choice but to choose the beginning of frigidity. Staying would only fill me with regrets. The arrangements of fate, Stems from nature's logic No one is able to discover the key to the puzzle. Leaving my homeland without excessive sighs, With all the dreams melting into the autumn night. And I seems like the falling leaves returning to their roots, hanging heavily in your heart. No matter how much the resultant worries or loneliness, I am willing to bear them all. My love is like the falling leaves returning to their roots, Home is when I am at your side.