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Vietname: Rạn người yến phi, bạch tùng ô, ríu rít tí rí mẹ lạc con, chốn xa xăm con ong lạc bầy mùi hương lạ, yến bay. English: The reef is full of swallows, white pines and black pines, chirping like a lost mother and her child, in a faraway place, the lost son has a strange scent, swallows fly. The passage you wrote has many associative tones - lyrical - legendary, with images of swallows - white pine - lost bees - strange scent, evoking a picture that is both natural and surreal.
Swallows, white pine,
The echo of small wings like a melody falling from the sky,
Chirping, mother lost her child,
Leading to a foggy place she has never known.
Far away, a lost bee,
Carrying a strange scent from the outside world of sand and wind,
Swallows still fly, overcoming the layer of ash and smoke,
Like a messenger between the human world and dreams.
Each flapping wing is a fragile streak of light,
Each echo is a thread weaving destiny,
In the void, the swallows scatter and gather,
Like human belief cracking and then mending.
(kimnhe)
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