There is such a group of people,

Working hard in the hot sun,

Sweating,

Build a beautiful home,

The city where we live.

I know,

There is such a group of people,

In the cold and disdainful eyes of some people,

Busy,

Difficulty breathing,

In order to survive,

Leave home,

In a foreign land,

Endure discrimination and supercilious look,

Suffer misfortune and suffering,

The RMB soaked with blood and sweat,

Hold it tightly with calloused hands,

Counting the thoughts of parting and the white hair in my hair,

Hiding in a close-fitting pocket,

Look carefully, pull it,

A star falls in the sky,

Falling in the direction of hometown,

In front of the old tree,

The expectations of elderly parents,

Children's misty eyes ~ ~ ~

Under the full moon,

In the city reflected by neon lights,

Find a corner,

With cheap moon cakes,

Tears of longing and injustice,

Looking at the urban management who came in,

How many years,

Sweating at the place where you have worked all your life,

Planting vegetation and buildings,

They are old,

Just tonight,

He will leave,

Before we go,

Looking at the house and attic that he personally repaired in the city,

In the cold and alert eyes of some city people,

On the way home ~ ~ ~

No, thanks.

Enjoy without happiness.

Only happy faces,

Enjoy selfish comfort and happiness in a comfortable house ~ ~