As May arrives, the fragrant scent of lotus blossoms fills Uncle Ho's homeland.
The moon shines obliquely on the thatched roof.
The rocking of the hammock, the lullaby of a mother.
The spirit of the man is imbued with the lifeblood of his homeland.

The day Uncle Ho left, he carried with him so many ideals.
The nation's pain is etched in every step.
A heart that embraces the soul of the homeland.
Silently "searching for the image of the nation" amidst the five continents.
On the day of my return, the lotus flowers of my homeland had just begun to bud.
The ancient well reflects the image of the returning hero.
A mother's tears turned into dew falling on her clothes.
The sunshine in Nam Dan warms the entire country road.
Uncle Ho is there in every historical record.
Amidst the vibrant red flags in the capital city.
That heart never rests.
Even with my eyes closed, I remain awake with my homeland.
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