We are returning home

With the fugitive feeling
We're back again,
Handcuffs of abandoned houses
It is time for us to return.
Many old stored memories
Private not available,
Sweetening at the end of many storms
Today I remember one by one.

Source
I know no one is waiting
There is a forest in front of the house,
No one will reach out to me,
Cut down this forest,
To make the land a beautiful abode.

Everyone on our team is middle-aged
youth cut us off in conflict
In return, I got the title of hero,
But we just wanted a house.