Dang Quang Tam
Bag hours?
I go through the natural forest
Dry gold with leaves
I miss the old days when I saw you off
Rain falls like tears holding people’s hearts
We look at each other without speaking
What a sad, hard heart
I hold your hand
I want to kiss you once
It’s embarrassing and then again
I was 19 years old that day
Life is as black as ink
Know what to promise me
Sorry to say goodbye
At the end of winter, there are birds chirping
Quietly sending people away in the wind
It’s only been a few decades
I come back to this place
Look at the yellow leaf flying indifferently
Remembering an old friend
Tears wet my heart
I picked up the cobblestone
Thrown into the depths of the abyss
When can I find it again?
Original dreams.
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