Daughter-in-law carries mother

Hair misty and cloudy
The dry leaves make my mother's shadow thin at the end of the yard
Blurry eyes, shaky steps
Hold my hand, what are you hesitant about?
Mom, hold on tight.
Daughter-in-law carrying mother, what's so strange?
Afternoon clouds spread over the areca tree
Fragrant guava pours the sound of the crested mynah down to the porch
Mom, hold on tight
Let me carry you across the autumn sunshine
Lullaby of the hammock
Kieu's verse, a song echoing from a long time ago
The world is blurred by mist and smoke
Autumn afternoon I carry my mother across my shadow...