
Illustration by: Tuan Anh
The old rivers are not bothered by waiting for the rains.
The sky is so strange this morning, you know?
The sky wasn't azure blue, but black and white.
The river flows silently beside the deserted bank.
I wish I could see boats bustling back and forth once more.
to feel less lonely and nostalgic.
So let's borrow the moonlight and a few silver stars.
Released into the vast, sparkling river.
The moon asks the river if it is still sad.
The river flows gently, vast and peaceful.
Thank you, moon, for the light.
Under the moonlight, the river was infinitely clear and blue.
Thank you, a late-night star.
Thanks to the star, the river has lit itself up.
The old rivers have turned green.
I let my old sadness drift away on the clouds.
Your words are like tender grass.
shimmering morning mist, weary twilight
The rain remembers the river, the rain spreads everywhere.
The harbor of memories, boats entwined, the lonely moon.
I miss you so much.
It's not just love that's full of dreams!
Source: https://thanhnien.vn/mong-mo-tho-cua-lo-duy-buu-185260606183252964.htm







