A little love left behind from afar.

Who sings love songs in the heart of the mountain town, making the night in Buon Ma Thuot ache with mixed emotions?

For the night in Ban Me Thuot, filled with both longing and sorrow.

Mist pours down the distant threshold.

our longing

Tomorrow I'll return home, still feeling nostalgic for the cold I've just become accustomed to.

We packed our bags, filled with regret.

The road that hasn't been named yet.

Ban Me Thuot night, a night of longing

But the wind, in its aimless way, hastily reproached and complained.

The cold of the highlands, a love story yet to be told.

Do you know if they're waiting for you?

Listening to the night on the plateau, it seems the cold has subsided.

When I get home tomorrow, the cold wind will probably be even stronger.

We owe Ban Me a long night on the streets.

the whispering voice of the highland girl

The cold in Buon Ma Thuot feels strange to me.

Whether we wear thick or thin clothes, we still remember each other.

Areca flowers fall on the doorstep of the small shop.

We thought the mist had fallen, turning the sidewalk white.

I heard a little love sent from afar.

Those who return home will remember Buon Ma Thuot.

Phan Tan Duy

Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-xa-hoi/van-hoa/202604/chut-tinh-xa-gui-lai-1b53203/