Street Memories

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Moss covered the small street walls,

Lie down and listen to the two seasons, rainy and sunny, come and go.

The sound of the old man's zither having trouble sleeping,

Gently carry away the sadness of a thousand miles away…

Bricks carry the soul of the earth,

Deeply imprinted on human identity!

The shadow of the old tree spread over the tiled roof,

Under the clear noon laughter…

Lovely women,

Back bent from a time of hardship.

The men sing bai choi every night,

With a glass of sweet, bitter wine!

The road is as small as a hand,

Why so heavy heart?

Every night I hear crickets...

Memories flooded back with immense nostalgia.

Then the children will grow up!

Hundreds of wide, long roads ahead,

Sometimes I feel so sad that I cry,

Because of an ancient monochord sound?

Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202510/ky-uc-pho-af708a5/