Dawn in hometown

My heartbeat when I returned home turned into the impact of the railroad tracks,

Dawn wakes up my hometown.

It's just dawn

I opened my sleepy eyes,

The eyes are filled with crystal clear light,

It is the attachment of green leaves to roots,

or,

Is it the vision for tomorrow after regrouping?

The friendly morning light of my hometown,

So gentle, so calm,

for a time,

I actually forgot about the suffering I suffered outside.

Inspiration bursts out instantly,

I quickly picked up my phone and took a picture of the once familiar but now blurry scenery.

Tears streamed down the screen,

The snow I played in and the ice I skated on when I was a child came to mind...