Tiếng Sáo Ôi

We love each other in the mountains, in the fields and in the fields. We are far from each other, but we still wait for each other. We wait for the end of spring to come. We wait for the flowers to bloom and the birds to sing. We wait for the end of spring to come. We love each other in the mountains, in the fields and in the fields. The fire of love, the fire of love is burning in our hearts Oh, we loved each other In the mountains, in the fields, in the fields We were apart for so many lifetimes Waiting for the end of the blooming season Waiting for the season of flowers, birds, and trees Falling through