Nostalgia
by Yu Kuang-chuang
When I was a child,
Nostalgia seemed a small stamp:
Here am I
And there, my mother.
Then I was a grown-up,
Nostalgia became a traveling ticket:
Here am I
And there, my bride.
During the later years,
Nostalgia turned to be a graveyard:
Here am I
And yonder, my mother.
And now at present,
Nostalgia looms large to be a channel:
Here am I
And yonder, my Continent!
