The mangrove flowers fall, turning the embankment white.
On this cold winter afternoon, the road home is chilly, my love!
The stork's wings flutter in the wind, drifting aimlessly.
Yellow leaves rustle and fall by the roadside.
...I am still a wanderer now.
On nights spent in the city, I long for my homeland.
My mother still has to travel a long distance.
Through hardship and toil, this old age remembers its children!
We are separated by many rivers.
Let's go home. Let's find the fields of our childhood again.
I dreamt while I was sleeping in my hammock at noon.
There's a dragonfly by the lotus pond.
I pass by your house along the familiar grassy path.
It felt like someone was calling my name from the porch!
Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202512/con-nghe-ai-goi-ten-minh-3e20c31/
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