Tseg Ntev Loo

[venom]

Es koj nej puas tseem nco thiab nroo
Txog yav tag thaum peb tuaj tso pem luag ntxhi
Nyob ib hmos dhau rau ibtag kis
Tsis nco sijhawm dhau tsis pub caij nyoog los ti
Koj puas tseem nco txog kuv li kuv nco koj yav thaum i
Wb nyob tham pem ua koj li homework cuag tsis muaj tagkis

[Prude]

Memories. Memories. Memories.

Elders tell me stories of their
Ban Vinai hill-climbing times.
They yearn for that time,
not just because it was all
care-free, but they were at
the ripest of age of youth,
most innocent and not,
with heat for one another
hidden under bushes.