The rain lasts longer than the pain
Mom still sits there, missing me more and more.
The echoes of the battlefield
Where did your youth go, mother?
ILLUSTRATION: TUAN ANH
Incense smoke is lingering and nauseating.
Just keep on surrounding and wasting your eyes
Ashes, blood, and believers
Anonymous bowed silently mother clinging to all sides.
Mother thinner than numbness
The afternoon frost is falling, who will come to pick it up?
Every grain of sand has a pain
Vi Xuyen owes the wind a thousand extra verses.
The debtor mother sent off
Debtor Vi Xuyen many broken springs
The silence of a thousand reeds melts
Bowing down, I pay homage to Vi Xuyen...
Rows of tombstones meditate
Silently choking on sobs, dear mother!
Mother's back is bent, time is running out
Words of incense, words of grass, carrying mother's lullaby...
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