When I was a child,

Nostalgia seemed a small stamp:

"Here am I

And there...my mother."

Then I was a grown-up,

Nostalgia became a traveling ticket:

"Here am I

And there...my bride."

During the later years,



Nostalgia turned to be a graveyard:

"Here am I

And yonder...my mother."

And now at present,

Nostalgia looms large to be a channel:

"Here am I

And yonder...my Continent!"
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