Lời Bài Hát
In the mist of the highlands
Where the pine trees breathe
Where lanterns glow softly
And old roads weave
A bell rings once
A door opens wide
The guild of Đà Lạt
Gathers tonight
Long ago in mountain towns
The scholars came with scrolls
The merchants brought their stories
The craftsmen brought their souls
One knew wood
One knew trade
One knew how the bridges were made
One knew numbers
One knew land
And one simply came
With an open hand
No person carried
Every answer alone
Knowledge was a seed
When freely sown
And in the cool air
Under lantern light
People shared their wisdom
Deep into the night
We are the guild of Đà Lạt
Different hands, one path
Builders and dreamers
Sharing what we have
Da Lat professional community
Growing side by side
Locals and expats
With the mountains as our guide
One brings knowledge
One brings art
One brings courage
One brings heart
And when we help each other rise
The whole city climbs
Today the scroll
May be a screen
The marketplace
A new machine
The merchant now
May build online
The artisan
May design
A founder comes
With questions deep
A coder wakes
While others sleep
A teacher shares
A better way
A creator turns
An idea into day
The tools have changed
The spirit stays
We still need people
To show us ways
We still need trust
We still need friends
We still need doors