Illustration: Van Nguyen
School age falls asleep on the color of the purple flower
One sunny afternoon suddenly urged me to return to the purple flowers
Are you still in the innocent summer?
White clouds hesitantly fly across the sky of memories
I have been through the old roads of slow rain
Nostalgia lingers in the old shadow of the sad Nhan Tower
How foolish and wise to pick up the mossy wall
The heels of wandering shoes love the indifferent wind.
We are getting old but our homeland is still young
The dreamy childhood school calls each other
Lost street, moonlit alley, looking for a distant white shirt
Also startled waves crashing to dream.
Source: https://thanhnien.vn/mot-khung-troi-mua-ha-tho-cua-le-thieu-nhon-185240629174308379.htm
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