Truong Bon Emotions
No more hills, grass,
The grave is deserted every day.
Now the grave is high,
Carving stele, carving statues of heroic achievements.
Once upon a time when bombs and bullets were everywhere,
Now the fragrance spreads far and wide.
Morning and evening, people pass by in layers,
Visiting old comrades with a bright wreath...
Who in the afterlife smiles?
Homeland is now beautiful Truong Bon!
Nguyen Thi Sam
