Taiwan, I hear you singing
Taiwan, I hear you singing —
your wind from mountain
to sea, your skyscrapers
and rolling fields of rice, your air
of incense and motorcycle fumes,
your 7-Elevens and blistering sun
Taiwan, I hear you singing —
there’ve been too many
summers we’ve spent apart
but though we’ve changed
so much since we last met
still
you feel
like home