乡愁
When I was a child， my homesickness was a small stamp
Linking Mum at the other end and me this.
When grown up， I remained homesick， but it became a ticket
By which I sailed to and from my bride at the other end.
Then homesickness took the shape of a grave，
Mum inside of it and me outside.
Now I’m still homesick， but it is a narrow strait
Separating me on this side and the mainland on the other.
小时候 乡愁是一枚小小的邮票
我在这头 母亲在那头
长大后 乡愁是一张窄窄的船票
我在这头 新娘在那头
后来啊 乡愁是一方矮矮的坟墓
我在外头 母亲在里头
而现在 乡愁是一湾浅浅的海峡
我在这头 大陆在那头