Translated…
I’m Taking You Home, Over a Thousand Kilometers Away
On that Desolate Mountain
I’d Left There
Almost Seventy Years in Counting Already
Back Home, the Mountains Blew into the Valleys
The Clouds, Flew Over the Hilltops, My Parents
a Chinese-style painting found online…
Became a Stack of Bones, in that Unkept Grave Covered in Weeds
That Year, You’d Returned from Thousands of Kilometers Away
With a Stick of Incense, Three Items of Offering
Spent Up ALL the Money You’d Had on You
To, Fulfill Your Filial Piety Duties
Taking You Back Home, Past Those Thousands of Kilometers in Distance
It’s No Longer, as You’d, Remembered it to Be
Seventy Years Later, You are Also, Not as Your Hometown Remembered You to Be Either
You’d Wanted to Settle Down at Your Favorite Place
Accompanying Your Own Parents, that Was from When I Was a Young Child and Heard
You Talked of Your Childhood Days Over and Over Again
But, I’d Heard You Whispered on
I Will Forever, Safeguard My Family Members
That that Island Over Thousands of Kilometers Out
Is the Place You’d Wanted to, Rest in
The Tears, Followed the Handful of Ashes
Carried Off by the Wind, in the Afternoons
The Dreams, Woke
On the Edge of Tears
So, this, is fulfilling the last wishes of one’s own dying parents, and because the parents didn’t get the chance to return back home one last time, the offspring is now, fulfilling the final wishes for her/his elders, and, it’s normal, to want to return to one’s own childhood homeland as we’re about to die.