illustration: tuan anh
March takes the wind as a pen
He wrote a poem to send to the clouds
Missing you, missing you filled the years
I send it to heaven and earth to ease it
I am now far away from the world
Do you ever remember the season of blooming su flowers?
Thin as mist, fragile as breath
Warm as the eyes on the first day we met
Su flowers fall heavily on the head
Light as smoke, white as snow
A whole sky of white flowers flying in my eyes
A thousand years of waiting for the flower still flying!
Where are you in the hustle and bustle of life?
Still sad with the rose petals flying in the wind?
Still love the flower's fate
fragile little?
Face down and fly to land on people's hands
Now the white flowers fall on my hair
White wind, white months of longing
Will you ever go back to the old place?
The tree of flowers for many seasons still waits for you...
Source: https://thanhnien.vn/hoa-van-doi-em-tho-cua-nam-thanh-185250405184914958.htm
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