Sending back to you the white clouds of Thu Bon

(VHQN) - The day you left, the red flowers of the river remembered, the sorrow was greater than the day of the landslide, no one sang, "Oh my love, stay here, the river lingers, don't come back."

Sending back to you the white clouds of Thu Bon
Waves crash against the shore at Cua Dai beach in the afternoon.
Quang Nam folk songs, the melodies of the homeland.
A gentle, sad lullaby from a distant shore.

Send back to me the morning dew full of flowers.
The old village road where we once shared memories.
On hot afternoons, the hammock sways gently.
I sleep alone in the garden.

He sent you between the mountains and the clouds.
The afternoon sun casts a weary shadow.
Sending folk songs across the drifting river.
She brought home a busy, passionate love.

I'm giving back to you my mother's hard life.
I feel sorry for my child who works hard from morning till night.
My mother was born in a place of straw.
Therefore, the scent of the countryside will linger throughout my life.

You are like a sweet, gentle breeze.
Wherever it's sent, it turns into a river.

Source: https://baoquangnam.vn/gui-lai-em-may-trang-thu-bon-3153956.html