Illustration: Van Nguyen
Find a wind to follow back to memories
Only see vast white reeds in late winter afternoon
December rain lingers through the deserted alley
Knowing that my mother is waiting for me with gray hair on New Year's Eve street
My hometown in my youth is filled with the shadow of a tower.
Wandering in a foreign land, alone playing the folk song
Streams dry up the feet and mountains wear down the eyes
The debt of gratitude is lost in the passing of time.
Please come back to the day far from the late sunny train station
The late night train trembles with the call of the changing seasons
The sad-looking traveler from childhood hangs out his old clothes
Suddenly hear yellow flowers awaken the old moonlight path.
Source: https://thanhnien.vn/loi-hoa-vang-tat-nien-tho-cua-le-thieu-nhon-185250103140014482.htm
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