作者: 席慕容
故乡的'歌是一支清远的笛
总在有月亮的晚上响起
故乡的面貌却是一种模糊的怅惘
仿佛雾里的挥手别离
离别后
乡愁是一棵没有年轮的树
永不老去
英文版：
The song is a native flute quiet and remote
Always sounded the night the moon
The face of home is a vague wistful
Waving goodbye as if the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings
Never to grow old