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Remember the old village festival

NGUYEN QUOC THUY March 18, 2025 14:00

This spring, I came back to the village festival. I met the gentle girl from the past. Years of hardship, morning and afternoon. Deep fields, shallow fields, sun and rain of the past.

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Through the ups and downs of life, the village festival no longer sees singing in the communal house yard.

Spring comes to the village festival
Where is the gentle girl of the past?
Years of hard work
Deep fields, shallow fields, sun and rain of the past

Where are the red lips and rosy cheeks?
Where is the sweet voice, where is it?
Through the ups and downs
Village festival does not see singing in the communal house yard (*)

Beautiful girl does not stand alone
Jeans, tank top, western music
Rowing with the wind, with the clouds
My heart is filled with sadness and longing...

Find me in everyday life
Purple spring rain on the village road.

Spring At Ty 2025

(*) Meaning of the old song: Beautiful bamboo grows at the top of the communal house.

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