Back to the old House, in a rain soaked
Village of smoke, Ashen laughs as the midday sun
As light as possible on the House. Memory unscrewed the faucet
Childhood on the Mai Mang spewing fragrant
Wake up in the many details in the small fish in the pond
A young face to return to Ridge
The scene is not in a strange, a frog
Deep concentration and sing to me cautiously sth
Little brother can't bear to call me back
Cry of crickets is covered by cattle, Oh, village
My grandfather's village, in a retreat, new building
Beautiful than the city, and now fields empty and desolate
This time from blocking pain in my heart
Cement instead of straight bending of village road
Only a pond reeds swayed on the year that month
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