In the capricious afternoon, I crossed the slope.
Picking up the sparkling, old garden birdsong?
The crisp sunshine curls, the scent of tangled hair fills the air.
Pull him back to that place, the green Lang Giang River.
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I waited patiently for you on the hillside.
Or should we wait for the rain to visit the old garden?
In the afternoon on the Lang Giang River, your rosy heels are just right.
Tapping dreamily in the rhythm of time.
The garden longs to be green, the grass longs to be green.
The trees breathed softly, the birds chirped melodiously.
You - The afternoon rain in Lang Giang is so sweet
Pouring down drops of intoxicating love for you, tilting the sky.
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