Let's sit down with Tuy Hoa

Let's meet one morning in Tuy Hoa.

As dawn breaks, a sip of coffee flows peacefully.

When the street is bustling beside the silent rows of trees

And Tuy Hoa is like poetry.

On the Nghinh Phong side, the waves keep turning white-capped.

But the Tuy Hoa wind remains young even after a million years.

What memory is not tinged with the vicissitudes of life?

Sitting in Tuy Hoa, I listened to the endless flow of memories.

We'll tell each other stories about the roads.

Yesterday afternoon, the intersection was a rustling of leaves.

The stream of people passing by was fleetingly unfamiliar.

I still feel a sense of familiarity because of the look in Tuy Hoa's eyes.

Source: https://baophuyen.vn/sang-tac/202504/ngoi-lai-voi-tuy-hoa-38b41dd/