How are you? Is the weather good?

If you miss my train

You'll know I'm gone

You can hear the whistle a hundred miles away.

A hundred miles, a hundred miles

A hundred miles, a hundred miles

You can hear the whistle a hundred miles away.

Lord, I am one, Lord, I am two.

Lord, I am three years old. Lord, I am four years old.

Lord, I am 500 miles away from home.

Away from home, away from home.

Away from home, away from home.

Lord, I am 500 miles away from home.

I have no shirt on me.

I don't have any money in my name.

Lord, I can't go home like this.

This road, this road

This road, this road

Lord, I can't go home like this.

If you miss my train

You'll know I'm gone

You can hear the whistle a hundred miles away. ...

(Original translation of lyrics)

If you miss my train,

You should understand that I have left.

You can hear the whistle a hundred miles away.

A hundred Li, a hundred Li

A hundred Li, a hundred Li

You will hear the whistle a hundred miles away.

Oh, my God, a hundred li, two hundred li.

God, 300 miles, 400 miles.

God, I'm 500 miles away from home.

Leave home, leave home

Leave home, leave home

God, I'm 500 miles away from home.

My clothes can't cover my body.

I am broke.

God, I can't go home like this.

This sample, this sample

This sample, this sample

God, I can't go home like this.

If you miss my train,

You should understand that I have left.

You can hear the whistle a hundred miles away ... do you remember a place in your dream?

Everything you say drives me crazy.

Facing the wind, I sang softly and drifted with the fallen leaves.

I remembered the song "The Forgotten Five Miles" again.

People always have something to say and keep it in their hearts.

Is it safe? Have a good time? How to convey?

People always can't understand and forgive.

How are you? Is the weather good? That's all that's left.

Do you remember a place in your dream?

Everything you say drives me crazy.

Facing the wind, I sang softly and drifted with the fallen leaves.

I remembered the song "The Forgotten Five Miles" again.

A hundred miles. A hundred miles.

A hundred miles. A hundred miles.

Is it safe? Have a good time? How to convey?

Some things are incomprehensible and unforgivable.

How are you? Is the weather good? That's all that's left.

Do you remember a place in your dream?

How are you? Is the weather good? That's all that's left.