Back to the old home

I went back to my hometown this morning.

The rain road made the mud stuck to her shoes.

Cold burst of infatuation

The purple color of the sim my sister wore has faded.

Fragrant as jasmine petals

Who knows where you will be tomorrow?

Three seasons of the land, my sister

Wishing you a safe trip home

Ask the weeds on the dike

Ask the river, ask the bamboo bank, ask yourself

I love you, the wave is slow

Holding on to the purple water hyacinth

I wandered back to my hometown

Standing silently in front of the village well, lost in thought

Remind yourself to send me a poem

I have you and the waiting, sister!

Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202504/tro-ve-que-cu-6d20619/