Ancient Summer

Regret spring passed so quickly

Let the red summer burn our hearts

Missing someone with hair down by the river

The scent of the wind wafts, the rice fields rustle

Illustration photo.

Remember the person your eyes follow

The road is several miles long, steep and mountainous.

Summer rain wet smiling lips

The red color of royal poinciana flowers in youth

Back to the old school with nostalgia

Summer noon echoes the sad sound of cicadas

Where can I find the little figure I love?

Whose white shirt on familiar roads

Afternoon walk on the street lights

And I stay in an old summer!

Xuan Nhi

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