10:29
The bed is empty, no place to be found,
10:29
The autumn sky was vast and dark at dusk
10:29
The autumn sky silently turns dark
10:29
The autumn pond is cold and clear,
10:29
The dancing feet are like demons, yet not broken
10:28
Why don t we dare to look at each other clearly
10:29
That night the autumn moon was strangely cheerful
10:32
A moment later, the wind calmed, the clouds were as black as ink
10:28
A momentary wind settles the clouds,
10:29
A small fishing boat
10:29
An dac ha van gian,
10:29
At the head of the bed the roof leaks, no place is dry
10:29
August, the autumn sky is high, the wind is angry and howling,
10:29
Dai ti thien ha thien thuy thuc nhan cau nhan,
10:29
From the shock of chaos, I fall asleep,
10:28
Heartlessly became bandits right in front of me
10:29
Last night Chuc and Nguu
10:29
Leaning on the pillow, casting the fishing rod for a long time without catching anything,
10:29
Sweeping away three layers of thatch on the roof of my house
10:29
Long night, how can I see the low clouds
10:21
Meeting on the roadside and still being calm
10:29
The short ones were tattered and sank into the pond
10:29
The tall ones hung precariously on the treetops of the forest
10:32
The thatch flew across the river, scattered on the land by the river
10:29
The winding bamboo path is deserted
10:29
The woodcutter s mouth screams helplessly
10:29
The yellow leaves will be blown by the wind
10:28
They openly carried the thatch into the bamboo village
10:28
Was kicked to pieces by a child who had trouble sleeping
10:28
My lips were dry and sore, I screamed but could not
10:29
Ngô lui lone to break the pile of dead trees also stand
10:29
People laughed and talked about fate
10:29
Phung thuy duong an An ao ho, when did I suddenly see this house before my eyes,
10:29
Referred to love under the bridge
10:29
Returned, leaning on a stick, sighing
10:29
Returning, leaning on his staff, he sighs
10:29
Told a year of lonely love
10:29
The blue waves follow the slight ripples,
10:29
The cloth blanket used for many years, cold as iron,
10:29
The clouds float in the blue sky,
10:29
The cold iron has been on the bed for many years
10:29
The children of the southern village despised my old and weak,
10:29
The evil bridge is lying on the ground, kicking and kicking
10:29
Where is the fish nibbling under the duckweed
10:29
Why are you sad all night long
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