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The real tree is tall the mossy plant is thick the thorn does not stand still You are the branch disdainful of rain and sun disdainful of the morning mist disdainful of the bitter night You are the flower a delicate bloom on a branch a small flower resting peacefully warmly in the arms The mountain is high very high with my hands I can touch the stars Mother is a gentle sky like a mother's love on the shoulder Who flies everywhere even to the ends of the earth When looking back the mountains and rivers are still there Father is that shining sun brightening the two silhouettes Mom woke up not avoiding anything even though I didn't sleep well every night One day I didn't understand but it's wonderful to have parents It's so peaceful warm in your arms The child is the true root of the tree all streams together cannot stand firm The mother is cold the child is caught in rain and sun the child explores the mist and flies high Bloom softly a small flower on the branch Lying peacefully warm in the arms The mountain is high very high with my hands I can touch the stars Mother is a gentle sky like a mother's love that is forever poetic Perhaps even if flying to the end of the horizon when looking back the mountains and rivers are still there Father is that bright sun shining brightly for the two silhouettes that have faded My mother woke up not avoiding anything even though I didn't sleep well every night One day I didn't understand but it was wonderful to have parents It's so peaceful warm in their arms A day when the child didn't understand it's wonderful to have parents It's so peaceful warm in your arms On the day of the Hungry Ghost Festival mother pins this rose on for the child Why does mother carry a white flower White flower for the one who has lost their mother Red flower for those who still have their mother The child will always keep the flower the bright red one in front that is opposite Thank you mom for taking care of me these months The child will remember will love and will not let the mother be harmed A red rose for those who have a mother Then mother told the story of a long time ago about a golden bird that had to cross a thousand rivers and winds to save its mother Before mother cried and the child asked mother said that mother missed father I will always keep the flower the bright red in front of the house Thank you mom for taking care of me all these months I will remember love and never let you be hurt A rose petal for those who have a mother The child will always keep the flower the bright red one in front that is opposite Thank you mother for taking care of me these months The child will remember will love and will not let the mother destroy Bui come on mom Bui go away with me Bui went far away far from mother does mother miss him Mom's going to work Bui She's at work don't Bui sits on the bench the woman sits on the bench As for me I like the full moon Full moon full moon go plant rice Mom the round page is so beautiful Trang on the road Trang comes to every home Trang joins us in the pond Mom the round page is so beautiful I know what it means to love the page I want to call the page grandma The grandma of my childhood Some people sit on the first day of the month My friend says the neighbor lady Personally I like the full moon day The first day full moon day and the fifteenth day Mom the round page is so beautiful Trang on the road Trang comes to every house Trang joins us in the pond Mother how beautiful the round page is I know what it means to love a page I want to call the page grandmother The grandmother of my childhood Some people sit on the first day of the month My friend says the neighbor lady Personally I like the full moon day The first day full moon day and the 15th day of the month Mom the round page is so beautiful Trang on the road Trang comes to every house Trang joins us in the pond Mother how beautiful the round page is I know what it means to love a page I want to call the page grandmother The grandmother of my childhood Some people call him the full moon my friend says the neighbor' s wife personally I like the full moon full moon bright planting Mom the round page is so beautiful Trang on the road Trang comes to every house Trang joins us in the pond Mother how beautiful the round page is I know what it means to love a page I want to call the page mother The page of my childhood Mother how beautiful the round page is I know what it means to love a page I want to call the page grandmother The grandmother of my childhood A sound a glass of corn silk tea Chi la The cursed ring a red sun You pick cashews you pick coffee A sound a blue path Fan glass of corn silk tea I like when you sing Rapurong oh la Oh rapurapurong oh la The sun shines red A sound a blue path Wind table corn cup I like when you sing Rapurong oh la Oh rapurapurong oh la Rapurapurong the place of the ancestors Mother's hands so our hands are like that mother's hands taking care of us our food is warm coming from mother's hands Good night from mother's arms warm clothes mother's hands shared peace from mother's hands A grown child brings warmth to the home The hot weather passes coming from mother's hands Sleep well the sky is clear From mother's arms Warm clothes for the child mother's hands In the end child from mother's hands The child grows up Mother's hands so they take care of us Mother's hands they care for us The hot weather passes coming from mother's hand Sleep well the sky is clear From mother's arms Warm clothes for the child mother's hands In general child from mother's hand when the child grows up the child's rice is warm mother's hand is hot the child's water is drunk when the weather is hot the child steps out from mother's hand Good night the sky is clear from mother's arms warm clothes mother's hands shared bowl from mother's hands the child grows up The two hands of the child Like two brave little birds When the child raises the hands The butterflies take flight When the child lowers the hands It's the first butterfly on the red branc My two hands Like two stubborn hearts When you raise your hand It's a butterfly flying in the wind When you lower your hand It's the first butterfly on the red branc My two hands Your hands are like two proud butterflies when you raise your hands they fly away like butterflies when you lower your hands The first butterfly on the red branch when you raise your hand the butterfly flies away when you lower your hand It's the first butterfly on the red branc