I turn to the temple street
Minh Khong bunch of sunny flowers
Your smile is radiant
Fragrant rice scent and apricot sugar
Church bells ringing
Follow the small heel mark
The shoulder pole bends the street
Green lotus leaves call the season
The call of childhood
Harmony of prayers and wooden fish sounds
Banyan tree with red buds
Gentle wind of the old village
Appointment time, waiting time
Lotus waiting at Huyen Alley
Suddenly stopped at the dock
The cone tilts the silk bow.
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