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New Year's Eve on the Island
The wind of the changing season night touches my memories/ Anxiously waiting for the New Year's Eve with banh chung...
The night of the changing season, the wind touches the memory
Anxiously waiting for the New Year's Eve with banh chung
The small cake my mother wrapped for me that day
The herbal flavor is still delicious.
Thin space night dew contains seeds
The sound of roosters calling in the morning in Truong Sa
Chest tight breathing island glowing purple
The fragrance of spring blends with the harmony of heaven and earth…