Heavy afternoon rain falls by the river.
In the distance, a vast expanse of fields where egrets fly.
Where have the worries and anxieties gone?
The figure disappears into the distance on the boat of time.
Rain falls on the mountains.
The sound of gongs echoed throughout the forest village at night.
The fire blazed up even more.
Lullaby lulls you to peaceful sleep in winter.
Rain is falling from the sky.
From the house on the street, gazing down the road.
It's as if there's a lingering thread of sadness.
The old place, the alleyway still holds many fond memories.
What rain wets my beloved's clothes?
Does her graceful figure still retain the charming beauty of springtime?
The drops fall softly, a wistful sound.
Beyond the window, who has waited and longed for so many times!
BUI VAN TAO
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Published at: 06:55, October 21, 2023
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