思乡

皑皑他乡雪，空空客人亭 潇潇相思曲，袅袅孤柷鸣 瞻尽深秋景，看遍落辉零 家国何处是，踌躇整装行

Home Sick (Translation)

I see the storm of the foreign snow, the guest pavilion was always empty; the nostalgic music slowly flows, with seldom and soft drum beats. Have seen too much of beauty of the deep autumn, have seen too much glow of the setting sun; where exactly will finally be my home, I slowly pack and walk afar.