Do you remember our old home,

The mountain paths where we took walks,

The wild syringa’s scented bloom;

Growing mid sage and cactus in the rocks?

I do remember our old home,

The mountain path where we took walks,

The wild syringa’s scented bloom

Growing mid sage and cactus in the rocks.

Do you remember your array

Of snow-white blossoms for my hair,

You smiled to see the gentle way

I took it from your hand to place it there?

 

遙記那故居老宅

我倆漫步於山道

野丁香吐露芬芳

鼠尾草、仙人掌於岩間綻放

那老宅歷歷在目

我倆漫步於山道

野丁香吐露芬芳

鼠尾草、仙人掌於岩間綻放

遙記你細心蒐羅

白色玉英，妝點我的秀髮

笑看我仔細拾起

自你的手心別到頭上