The wind accidentally turned the sun in the middle of the distant field
The land is so gentle, the young grass has not yet had time to speak
But the feet have touched the homeland
Tuy Hoa night is gentle like mother's eyes
Open the porch door and listen to the sea sing softly
Years broken into small waves
But the village's shape still echoes in the middle of the ocean
White sand beach, someone's footprints are half intact
Traces of time sleeping in the clouds
The Da Rang River flows endlessly with waves
Carrying the song still stuck and lost
Tuy Hoa can't hold anyone like a cliff
Just keep people with a moment of hesitation
No matter where you go, you will always remember.
Return or not, my heart still yearns near and far
Tuy Hoa wind still plays around the cliff
The thin areca trees wait for the cool breeze
Da Rang River silently forgets its age
Like a man who never stops being drunk
Someone just come over once
But in my heart still echoes the sound of the past
The wind still sings about those who left the city
Tuy Hoa does not ask people whether they are going or returning.
Who is far from home when the sunset wakes up
Do you hear your heart like the wind moving in the clouds?
If one day life tilts in wet eyes
Come back and listen to the wind calling on the river
That small alley, many seasons of flowers suddenly remembered
You are far away... do you still remember the way home?
Tuy Hoa, a forever green color
The wind on the field lulls the wandering dream...
Source: https://baophuyen.vn/sang-tac/202506/tuy-hoa-mua-gio-van-xanh-7782c0e/
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