A bird sings on the moonlit porch.

(VHQN) - Visiting the old town on the Hoai River, one can still hear the sound of waves at the ferry dock of yesteryear, and still cherish the wooden clogs, the rustling of long dresses, and the flowing hair of the days before marriage.

A time of white dresses and rosy lips
innocent
Little did I know that silk threads would entangle someone's feet.
a time when twenty-year-olds tilted their hats in the air.
The street was bustling.
the sound of your laughter on the full moon of the first lunar month.

A time of indifferent glances
on the threshold of fairy tales
Phong Yen of yesteryear
I just emptied a bag of sorrows.
Dreams fade away, past and future, how many layers?

Hoi An
drop of reunion
There is a bird singing on the moonlit porch.
drowsy...

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