Nostalgia

There is a flower that suddenly wakes up
innocent blooming gentle
poem leave the afternoon go away
return regret, sometimes...

Please hair which is the scent of dreams
indifferently let down the vastness
the windy sky
April, I miss you so much

The season of hanging purple clouds
I came back, the day was sunset
hold hands with open heart
a flower color suddenly forgot name

Please give me the old memories
call back to miss drifting...
NGO THE LAM

Source: https://baoquangngai.vn/van-hoa/tho/202504/hoai-niem-8fe1abf/