Spring comes I miss

Illustration: Van Nguyen

Spring comes I miss
Your lips smell like peach buds
Her eyes are blue like the sun
The waves of West Lake are noisy

And he dreamed back
Cool place of childhood
There are star fruit and crocodile fruit.
There is the Red River to lull me to sleep

Kiss that purity
Encountered a drizzle
Meet the far away north wind
Call him back with tears

Hanoi , so crowded and memorable
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

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