Sing by myself...
On the road of quietness...
People turn and wander what i say with the words of Hmong...
Melody swirl in my ears...
No need to care...
When i can carefree...
People face me and ask
What lovely song are you sing in...
I turn and face them...
'I don't even know'
'My heart speaks for it's self'
Sing away with a hand of farewell...
I leave them wandering...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem