Artist artwork
COME HOME
I return in my mother's call
To my mother, to a peaceful place
My tears fall because of a real thing
Then one day mom will go away
I return to the old countryside
Golden rice grains, salty sweat seeds
I grew up in the middle of the village love nghĩa
Share a sip of water in the middle of summer
I come here, the garden is full of cicadas.
There is a kite with aspirational childhood
There are storks by the mother's cradle singing
There are rows of bamboo lulling the afternoon wind
If life gives you a wish
I would like to return to my childhood years
Hear the leaves sing on every small road
My country cannot be changed
We return to the old countryside...
There's still the sound of the afternoon dyeing my shirt
Songs like someone's message
Still the boat carries so many memories
Still my mother on the porch waiting for you far away...
I return in my mother's call
To my mother, to a peaceful place
My tears fall because of a real thing
Then one day mom will go away
I return to the old countryside
Golden rice grains, salty sweat seeds
I grew up in the middle of the village love nghĩa
Share a sip of water in the middle of summer
I come here, the garden is full of cicadas.
There is a kite with aspirational childhood
There are storks by the mother's cradle singing
There are rows of bamboo lulling the afternoon wind
If life gives you a wish
I would like to return to my childhood years
Hear the leaves sing on every small road
My country cannot be changed
We return to the old countryside...
There's still the sound of the afternoon dyeing my shirt
Songs like someone's message
Still the boat carries so many memories
Still my mother on the porch waiting for you far away...
Thể loại: Drawing
Chất liệu: Acrylic
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