Lối xưa cỏ úa
mờ sương sớm,
Ửng nắng mai
man mát
gió về,
Thung lũng buồn
từng bước
chân lê,
Chim rừng vỗ cánh
vọng về
trầm hương...
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The old path, overgrown with withered grass,
shrouded in early morning mist,
The morning sun shines gently,
A cool breeze blows,
The sad valley, step by step,
Footsteps drag, Forest birds flap their wings, echoing the scent of incense...