It used to carry daisies

Weeds that would tickle my upper thigh

Children counted down from ten

To play hide-and-go-seek

In those tall forest-like weeds

Muoi,chiah,tam

Now the field carries the pain of young soldiers

Daisies have turned into dead grass

The tall weeds have vanished

And have been replaced

With patches of dirt and blood

That are as dry as the lips 

Of a young man

Who took his last breath