Lychee season

I was surprised as if it was real or a dream.
Lost in the midst of swaying ripe lychees
The land that was once wild and wild
The cuckoo calls the lychee season.

Ripe fruit on sweet lips
Like the first kiss I gave you
Every inch of land is soaked with mother's sweat
Fertilizing, sowing, father nurtures faith.

Lychee season: chirping birds
Singing and laughter filled the canopy of leaves
Bare feet, bare shoulders, hard work in the sun and rain
For Thanh Ha litchi season to ripen red as dreams.