The painting was preserved.

Walking through many streets / Sometimes my memories

Sometimes my memories

Only keep one house with a small trellis.

The yard is sunny, and many children are playing.

Passing through many roads

My soul is silent, reminiscing about the past.

There's a road that you and I often walk down.

The moon brushes its hair full of leaves.

Walking through the sunsets

The flame in my heart will not go out.

The flowers bloom, calling out your name.

Passing through the hustle and bustle of life

I simply retained the silence.

A mother's love, a mother's hands

The simple yellow pomelo fruit stands by the porch.

Huynh Minh Tam

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