The Antique
Wherever you go
You'll intend to search for
The traditional souvenir
Wherever you be you'll intend to search for
The historical scenery
But for the two worlds
They will never merge
Fame and glory, sufferings and hardships
Whatever are lost will be lost forever
But invaluable memories and love of our parents are left
And which we can cling to in later lives
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