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But the village gate is still majestic with the kapok tree/ The war wounds are all over the body.
I don't know how many hundred years old I am
Burning up the coals of fire, a flower color
Topless in the middle of March
The great torch of the hard-working village
How many things have gone down in history?
Only appear in very deep memory
The ferry and the river dock have long since become things of the past.
Past, rowing, temples, shrines...
But the village gate is still majestic with the kapok tree.
Several wars full of wounds
Bomb fragments on the body, scars on the branches
Can't count the roughness and lumps
The strong tree amidst the roar of bombs and bullets
Overcome challenges to reach new heights
Nurturing the village soul for hundreds of years
Offering the village a brilliant flower color
Village history in the fierce color of flowers
Each petal carries a legend of a time
The more storms and thunders tear the sky apart
The stronger the tree, the brighter the flower color.
National flag, hammer and sickle flag of the Party
With the same red flowers flying
The names of the dead and the living are carved into the tree.
The tree that keeps the village history in flesh and blood
No noise, no glory
Carrying the legend of the thousand-year-old kapok tree village.
