I really like this song:

“After months of hard work
Just wish to return home
Carry gifts in your hands
Where mom and dad are
The old house is everything
Not a luxurious city
Not crowded streets…”

No matter how far you go, no matter how much you hustle, in the end you just want to return home. Where there are mothers, fathers, warm meals, and loving calls.

Happiness, sometimes it's as simple as that, it's being able to return, it's seeing the people you love still healthy.

Growing up, everyone is busy, everyone carries burdens. But there is a place that is always ready to wait for us to return, no need for conditions, no need for reason, just be yourself. That is home.