It was home

It was home,
it was my home, your home.
It was the road we used to walk on.

It was the sign we used to see,
the flowers with the bees,
and the newest houses are old now.

Nostalgic feelings are holding me tight,
and it doesn't matter, because our home has died.
And the roof seems to be a trash,
Which no one wants to have.
Oh, my, what was happening?

It was home,
it was home,
for you and me.
The old village where we used to live.
The old place we were sleeping at,
the old basketball yard.
This day seems so far.
Far away,
far away like the time when it was home…