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!“
