Sixteen incense sticks

Sixteen fragrant with apricots, hiding dreams in notebooks, also at sixteen, someone used blood to draw hearts. The row of tombstones is like a silent bookshelf in a library. The moonlit night shines on the sacred words.

How many boys and girls have not yet learned to be charming?
At the age of sixteen, I carried my country through the mouth of bombs and avoided the range of cannons.
smile innocently forever with the full moon

This incense stick among millions of incense sticks
lit up the whole Truong Son mountain range, casting its shadow on the pages of history.
sixteen blood red as immortal flower branch
Incense smoke rises drawing smiles

The stone stele is speechless, time bows its head
This moment of silence is not enough to name
Just a stick of incense trembles before the spirit of the sixteenth
listen to the quiet earth lull the flesh and blood to sleep

Truong Son is now surrounded by clouds and wind
the night is as black as the hair of a sixteen year old
the shadows lined up hazily
quiet...
quietly listen to the candle tell the story of our country.

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