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
Now I’m still homesick， but it is a narrow strait
Separating me on this side and the mainland on the other.