I walk amidst the spring with blue eyes.
I hear the gentle, fragrant rain of January.
She - a very real-life Cinderella
She looked up at him with gentle eyes.
Unable to hide the heartbreak
I trembled as if I had met an angel.
Who determines age based on the seasons when leaves fall?
My soul was stunned: the beautiful woman with blue eyes.
I miss those tender, spring-like eyes so much.
Spring sky and spring earth
In the pure scent of the first breeze of the season
A gentle fragrance, eyes sparkling with azure light.
Le Thanh Van
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