Listening to the song...
Dream of Butterfly lovers...
I see my sister...
Nancy sing...
I see gathering of butterflies...
Sing with her...
Distance away...
Roses that fill colorful land...
Right next to me...
Morning dew, that weeps on the ground...
The tail of my tears then fall...
The rain then fall crashing down on me...
Hmong New Year have come...
Still you are hibernating...
My tears have fall...
No one is there...
To shed away all the tears...
Sister Nancy...
Ancestors punishes me...
But ruby tear fell on you...
As for me...
I only know how to hate...
And not love such a gallant sister...
Sorry to the sister...
That cheers me up...
Sorry for all my hate...
That reminds me of you...
Tomorrow, spring is coming Nancy...
Butterflies will resing with you...
I will be playing my bamboo flute...
We can watch the butterflies again...
We can listen to the butterfly lover melody...
We can sleep on the colorful field of butterflies...
No hard ship...
No evil misunderstood...
All forgiveness my sister...
All a love under a butterfly's wing..
a immutable loves of flies We can watch the butterflies again... We can listen to the butterfly lover melody... We can sleep on the colorful field of butterflies...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...such loving brother!