I return again with the chorus: I go... The birds this morning owe the sky a new journey debt to the homeland, not a wheel to mend The fog and wind from far away still lingers at home. Dear country, I know The moment of separation is like a ferry crossing where people go sad, one person stays sad, two May the marigolds stay in their clothes for Tet sent to the door creak to keep a few more hours of laughter and talk yesterday Message with jam cake on spring day, please slowly fade Every year I come back and take away a little bit of my hometown A little love, a few simple packages In my memory, there are even spring buds that they have not yet bloomed The sound of promises and farewells were filled along the way I'm afraid of missing this tomorrow, like a copper starling forever far away from spring for countless eons
afraid to forget the familiar shore I will leave footprints tomorrow. © Nguyễn Thanh Hai
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