Illustration: Van Nguyen
Spring comes I miss
Your lips smell like peach buds
Your eyes are blue like the sun
The waves of West Lake are noisy
And he dreamed back
Cool place of childhood
There are areca nuts and crocodile apples.
There is the Red River to lull me to sleep
Kiss that innocence
Met a random drizzle
Meet the far away north wind
Call me back with tears in my eyes
Hanoi, I miss you so much
Sweet years
A little cold this morning
Call me full of dreams
Hanoi, Hanoi
How many springs are gone
Only in memory
Peach bud fragrance on lips.
Source: https://thanhnien.vn/mua-xuan-ve-anh-nho-tho-cua-truong-nam-huong-185250103132904316.htm
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