Old fragrance within reach
Fragrant midsummer
May is as beautiful as the flowers you pick
Vast fields, vast lotus paths
The day is bright, each song is rippling
Why do we love each other to the end?
Why does the tree's green eyes whisper?
To be near the flower, kiss me, kiss me
We are less bland than before, meaningless.
Because there are flowers offering fragrance to the point of exhaustion
The heart has crossed the river of ageless sadness
Time to come back, my youth.
Source: https://thanhnien.vn/gan-hoa-tho-cua-nguyen-van-hoc-185240622191424678.htm
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