Illustration: Van Nguyen
The hills covered in rhododendron flowers have just awakened this afternoon.
Under the dry summer song
The crescent moon is hidden behind a gray cloud.
The sacred forest leans its longing down to the foot of the hill.
A little bit of the remaining day in my hands.
Along with the last seasons of flowers, which are peacefully fading away.
The forest is so dense that it remains tall and green, evoking fond memories.
And humans, being too human, cannot understand the lament of the birds.
Loneliness reigns supreme.
The beauty of a fading color
Those leaving the line in the late afternoon.
There is the melodious sound of the setting sun and the pouring rain.
Hug a tree when summer arrives.
You can drift aimlessly in the scorching sun.
Memories of human suffering
Memories of fleeting rain showers
Pushing the child adrift in ignorant hopes.
Before the flowers awaken
Everything has begun.
Amidst countless displays
The sun shines on the deep river.
I feel like I still have my mother.
A lock of hair on the head
A heart that yearns for the sun.
In this world, people offer prayers.
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