Blue Berets
The winding red dirt road leads through the misty winds.
From the majestic mausoleum down to the streets of loving flowers
A person's footsteps cannot carry away so many years.
The coffee beans in the pouch hold all their quiet secrets.
From the silent depths of the forest to the bright lights of the city.
The old story remains the same, only with an added touch of green.
The road from the mausoleum leads towards the coffee shop.
Today, dry coffee beans are spreading across the streets.
Honoring the proud and tall people of the three-room land.
Preserving the spirit of the highlands in every step of time.
Climbing up the mountain, the sound of the gong calls to the sun.
The old rainy and sunny seasons still follow in people's footsteps.
It's not just about trading, it's a journey.
Bringing highland media closer to our hearts.
Even if things change tomorrow, even if the streets are far from the fields, the fields remain desolate.
That road still remembers where the roots of the gac fruit grew late.
The path from the mausoleum still echoes with the sounds of the forest.
Today's dry coffee is a new, never-ending rhythm.
Between past and present, between the ancient tower and the city streets.
A road reconnects to the pristine red flame of love.
The plateau's grain is firm and enduring.
The road from the mausoleum will stretch on and on.
Dried coffee beans continue the magical story.
From the remote mountains and forests to the hearts of the people.
Today, the aroma of coffee still lingers, just as love still remains strong.
Today, the aroma of coffee still lingers, just as love still remains strong.