In our childhood, we always thought our mother's cooking wasn't as good as restaurant food, but later we realized that the taste of our hometown and our mother's skills would always accompany us for life.

When we were young, we always thought our mother's cooking wasn't as good as restaurant food,

We always longed to go out for a meal,

But later on, when we left home to go to university,

Whenever we walked through unfamiliar streets,

We subconsciously searched for,

The taste of our mother's cooking,

No matter where you go,

The memories of hometown flavors and our mother's skills will always accompany you for life,

Some say the road home is always there,

As long as you have love,

Others say the road home is,

A familiar yet unfamiliar road,

I think no matter how beautiful the scenery outside,

It can't compare to the road home,

Year means home,

It means reunion, auspiciousness, and happiness,

Every person who lives and works abroad,

Is willing to go through all kinds of difficulties to buy a ticket,

Just for one trip, it takes a lot of effort,

But it's all for that one occasion – going home,

Going home for Chinese New Year is,

The most ritualistic journey of the year,

The annual Chinese New Year homecoming,

Like migratory birds instinctively migrating,

Mountains are high and roads are long, tickets are hard to get,

Even if there's no fancy gift,

Even if you know you'll encounter questions you don't want to answer,