September

In history, 9/18 is a day that all Chinese mourn.

9/18, 9/18, that saddest time in my life, thrown out of my home town, robbed of all my treasure,

Decades ago, I packed my stuff and left for college, that was in September.

A Dozen years ago, I packed more of my stuff and left for college, abroad, again in September.

hence the song continues
drifting, endless drifting, daddy, mommy, when can we be back together, happily after?

I project a soldier\'s journey and emotions of the China Expeditionary Force on myself, a drifter in a foreign land

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