The name that has lost its meaning: home.
Something that has taken away my identity: home.
Meaningless for me, as I am a swallow: home.
Where the sun shines, where the countryside is lush: home.
I love swallows.
Because they have no reasons to be dependent on anything.
Come with the sunrise of summer.
Leave with the sunset of autumn.
I would like to be like a swallow.
It is where the ray of light opens out: my home.