Illustration: Tuan Anh
Morning look at the sunflowers
I suddenly realized you were so far away from me.
There is something so soft
When the petals touch the first ray of sunlight
The sleeping fields
The fields awaken
Fields calling fields
In the early morning mist
Joyful eyes wide open
Flowers shine on their own
I am small in the empty house
He traveled long distances tirelessly.
Touching your fingers, the yellow petals are bright yellow
Touching your shoulder the bright sun
When and when
We intertwine our fingers waiting for the morning
The sun kisses each nectar-filled flower
Morning look at the sunflowers
I suddenly realized how close you were to me.
There are things that are so soft
When the petals touch the first ray of sunlight.
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