Illustration: Van Nguyen
The sea rushed in with waves rising up loudly.
Holding on to the shore, we are in love in the middle of the ocean.
The pair of wind cuffs slid down the cave howling
Who like me alone misses the horizon
That horizon holds so many memories
Quy Nhon, what does the rock say?
Eyes closed, why lips awake?
The rocking boat, the waves know how to laugh
The horizon is marked by patches of sunset.
Refuse to go, just stand there all afternoon
Quy Nhon, a kiss needs a hometown
Eyes and lips still linger at the moment of birth
That horizon, what memories float
The month urges the day. The minute hand urges the second hand.
Quy Nhon, why rush?
When love needs to be carefully woven...
Source: https://thanhnien.vn/chan-troi-phia-quy-nhon-tho-cua-nguyen-thai-duong-18525010313444801.htm
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