My country is so strange and unique, my dear.

Feelings of love, sadness, wonder, and strangeness.

I haven't finished writing yet.

There's so much more, colleagues, so much more!

Let's write it down so we can remember and not forget.

My country is really strange, you know.

Barefoot, with bamboo sticks and wooden stakes.

Cargo bicycles, straw hats, conical hats, carrying poles

Stop the enemy's advance, reclaim the land.

My country is very strange, my dear.

Many mothers bid farewell to their sons going to the front lines.

Demolish the house and pave the road for vehicles to pass in batches.

Not a single grain of rice is lacking, not a single soldier is missing.

Our country has handsome young men.

They did not regret sacrificing their youth to go to war.

If everyone regrets their twenties, what will become of the Fatherland?

From North to South, there are many To Thi

I love my country so much, my dear.

A series of natural and man-made disasters have struck in quick succession.

We harm ourselves with every meal we eat.

There are still quite a few people who are indifferent to the people.

Our country is suffering so much, my dear.

I encountered a deformed human figure.

Agent Orange is slowly killing people who are still alive.

Distant dreams kill immediate aspirations.

The sea and islands are in turmoil right now, my dear.

The waves surge into the heart of the nation.

Let's join hands to build the magic crossbow.

With the people's will, we must return to one origin.

Our country is so sad, my dear.

The innocent, bewildered students asked...

Where will our country end up?

We don't know, how would they know?

There are so many strange, sad, and heartbreaking things.

Everyone knows, and we should know.

Where is the country now, what are we doing, and what are our expectations?

That's my answer, my dear.

* "But if everyone regrets their twenties, what will become of the Fatherland?" - Poem by Thanh Thảo