The mountains in the far East are appalling;
They constantly reminded me of my sweet home calling.

My home is concealed behind that mountain,
But I vividly remembered the downtown.

The wind from the East brought a message for me;
It is a long time since I fled her.

Though I have lived physically apart,
Emotional connection is something that I never averted.

It is as good as I see through the big mountains,
And I see her every day with a smile in the fountain.

I  see her every morning with the rising Sun,
With abundant smiles nothing to shun.

While I am away, I kept listening to her heartbeat,
And ensured that my heart beat together albeit.

Every night, I kept watching over through the shine of a Moon;
Singing a prayer of hope to meeting you soon.

Until I reached my sweet home,
I kept looking at the mountains and waited for the East wind.

No home garnered more joy than a sweet home;
It is the ultimate source of inspiration and happiness at its epitome.

I wish she kept sending gifts of affection,
And I shall return a bounty of love in appreciation.

As long as the mountains remained there,
And the East wind kept coming, the sweet home shall forever remain in my heart.