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Dreaming of finding the fields again. Searching through the vast memories of kites...
Dream of finding the fields again
In the vast memory of kites
The sound of the flute drifts in the air
But I love the white smoke from the kitchen in the afternoon
Go find the clover again
Sewing up memories of childhood days
The buffalo listens to the waves lulling the shore.
The hometown river carries dreams into life
Looking for the song
Than Kieu appeared in the middle of her grandmother's life
Somewhere the taste of autumn
Mother's burden is heavy, the market is far away
Brown mud soaked father's shirt
Carrying the seasons through the storms of life
The village temple echoes the sound of falling bells
The prayer filters the words of love
Many nights lying in the middle of the city
In dreams, the sound of homeland returns!
