When spring comes, I remember

Illustration by: Van Nguyen

When spring comes, I remember
Your lips smell like peach blossoms.
Her eyes are a deep blue like the sun.
The waves of West Lake ripple gently.

And he dreams of returning.
A place of cool childhood memories
There are Terminalia catappa and Terminalia chebula fruits.
The Red River lulls him to sleep.

Kiss that purity
We happened to encounter a drizzle.
Encountering the distant north wind
Calling him home brought tears to my eyes.

Oh Hanoi , how crowded I miss you!
Sweet years
A slight chill came this morning.
Calling you in my dreams

Oh Hanoi, Hanoi
Many springs have passed.
Only memories remain.
The scent of peach blossoms on my lips.

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/mua-xuan-ve-anh-nho-tho-cua-truong-nam-huong-185250103132904316.htm