Way Home (귀로)

Passing through the field where young dreams played
Crossing over the hill where azaleas bloomed
I return to the place I miss
Going around and around far away

A little child leaning against the stone wall, crying
Disappeared into some time
I quietly return to that place
To meet that young dream

Searching for the hill where the rainbow rises
Wandering far in the wide world
Where did that rainbow disappear to?
The high sun is tilting

Under the blue sky where the new clouds linger
Breathing in the blue air, walking slowly
I go to that place I miss
Turning back to the beginning of the long road