Nostalgia Yu Guangzhong When I was young, Nostalgia was a tiny, tiny stamp, Me on this side, Mother on the other side. When I grew up, Nostalgia was a narrow boat ticket, Me on this side, Bride on the other side. But later on, Nostalgia was a lowly grave, Me on the outside, Mother on the inside. And at present, Nostalgia becomes a shallow strait, Me on this side, Mainland on the other side.