Gratitude sunshine

The years go by like clouds and mountains
how many sunsets, bowing down to human fate
as a reminder of who is left and who is gone
fifty years have passed and the tears have dried.

The cemetery has been deserted for a long time.
The shadow of an old mother is worried here.
Wildflowers add sadness to the grass
The sound of the bird that once deceived me, mother...

The sun shines, illuminating the address line
Does anyone hear the whisper in the wind?
between the silent carefree sunshine
The horizon is red with flowers.

March, the epic engraved in the mountains and rivers
engraved on the land of my homeland, far away cemetery
incense smoke, altars of the Fatherland
amidst the peace, the sunshine spreads gratitude.

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