Відео

There is only one homeland for each person

The pure white color of lotus flowers

They will not grow up to be a person

When I come back, yellow butterflies are flying

The river's water is full and empty

It is the purple of the Malabar spinach fence

Like only one mother

Mother comes back with a tilted conical hat

Mother's lullaby in the summer afternoon

My childhood is flying on the field

The fragrance of ripe rice fills the afternoon sky

The noon market wishes mother to bring rice paper

It is the white storks flying in the afternoon at the foot of the dike

It is the scent of wild flowers and grass

Homeland is the rows of coconut trees along the canal

Homeland is a golden field

Homeland is so memorable

Homeland is the figure of my beloved mother

Homeland is the rains

Homeland is the road to school

If anyone does not remember their homeland

Homeland is the sound of a kite flute

Homeland is the yellow of pumpkin flowers

Homeland of those days is like a dream

I am a naive and lovely boy

I sleep in the rain at night

Homeland is a bright moonlit night

Homeland is a bunch of sweet star fruit

Homeland is a cicada's sound