05. The War in Southeast Asia
When we wake up, the battleship is heading south.
On a plain piece of paper,
Our destiny is written, and no one knows what will happen.
The scenery of homeland turns into a chain in dreamland.
Nostalgia tastes salty and moist, like the breeze oever South Pacific.
Our eyes are moistened, every day, every night.
My newly-built house, stays with my bed,
Along with the shiny quilt, awaiting my newly-wed.
Will my sugar cane farm not yet ripe,
Be forever green and bright?
Voiceless is my suona horn, left with only a song whose tone is wrong.
In the mist of gunpowder, the bloodstained flag shows crimson.
Who is holding the flag? No one?
Where is the man holding the flag?
Lonely souls in a foreign land,
Why are you drifting and floating between the very both ends?
At the port where the sun sets, are there still ships heading north?
Will it all be the same?
When we wake up, is the battleship heading north?
Even if we return to our home,
Will they keep us, or just leave us alone?
The mountains and the forests in my dream,
Are they still there?
05. The War in Southeast Asia
When we wake up, the battleship is heading south.
On a plain piece of paper,
Our destiny is written, and no one knows what will happen.
The scenery of homeland turns into a chain in dreamland.
Nostalgia tastes salty and moist, like the breeze oever South Pacific.
Our eyes are moistened, every day, every night.
My newly-built house, stays with my bed,
Along with the shiny quilt, awaiting my newly-wed.
Will my sugar cane farm not yet ripe,
Be forever green and bright?
Voiceless is my suona horn, left with only a song whose tone is wrong.
In the mist of gunpowder, the bloodstained flag shows crimson.
Who is holding the flag? No one?
Where is the man holding the flag?
Lonely souls in a foreign land,
Why are you drifting and floating between the very both ends?
At the port where the sun sets, are there still ships heading north?
Will it all be the same?
When we wake up, is the battleship heading north?
Even if we return to our home,
Will they keep us, or just leave us alone?
The mountains and the forests in my dream,
Are they still there?
