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.