The sun and wind never stop burning the heart

.

I leave the peaceful place

in the afternoon, no sand flying, no harsh sunlight

only the smell of quietly ripe dragon fruit

hand in hand full of incense farewell

the sand dunes are still there

vast memories that refuse to be filled

wind blows from Vi Ne sea

Singing old songs to welcome each boat anchored at the peaceful harbor

Tam Phan land does not hold

but the sun-stained roads bear the worn footprints of childhood

still has the voice of selling banh quai vac

slowly drifting through the afternoon window

I am far from the crooked alley

packed with the sound of cicadas in the old village school

wrapped in the salty taste of fish sauce and shrimp paste

with mother's gentle words:

"Don't forget your roots, son"

dry Tam Phan land

but human love is soft

like a string tied around a dragon fruit

thought it was loose...

but tighten

Even if one day I am somewhere else

Oil wallet speaks differently

wear different clothes

but in a cold dream

The wind of Phan still blows

Sand still flies with the sunshine of my hometown

burning in the heart

Source: https://baobinhthuan.com.vn/nang-gio-khong-ngung-rat-bong-tim-130625.html