On boats like whispers, they journeyed far,
Under a moonlit sky, chasing distant stars.
Through the ocean’s breath, they found their way,
Where hope and salt kissed each breaking wave.

The sea, a mirror of their hidden fears,
But also a cradle that held their tears.
In each rising swell, their spirits grew,
Stronger together, like the endless blue.

Bound by the tides, they learned to stand,
Carving new lives on distant lands.
Yet in every heart, the ocean sings,
Of Vietnam’s shores and the strength it brings.