Returning home

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Years of weary wandering in foreign lands.

Now I return to the beloved Phan Thiet of yesteryear.

The sunlight seemed to be stirring.

The trees and leaves seemed to be waving hello to familiar faces.

                                     

The love for one's homeland is nurtured and fermented.

The wanderer's heart raced back home.

The journey was incredibly difficult.

How many dreams weigh heavily on my heart?



Mother's home - a place of peace.

The cool shade dispels worries and anxieties.

Hearing this stirs my heart, so innocently.

The gentle lullaby of yesteryear still echoes in the air!

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