Village

The name also packs a lot of punch.

How many ups and downs, how many lives

 

Still silently calling: village!

Missing the old song that is so far away

 

Smile from birth

Mixed in with the salty and fragrant voice

 

Find in the breath of straw

The words of the countryside contain both the fullness and the emptiness of the feelings.

 

Through rain, sun, landslides

The song my mother sang is still green even after life has worn out

 

I come back to the vast city

My soul is still anchored in my homeland, my village...

Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202504/lang-oi-a671543/