The rhythmic tapping of the guitar fills the air.
The moment I touched it, the days passed without peace.
click on the night chords
The melody resonates, enriched by the lyrics.
click on the silent note of my life
The sound of sadness bursts forth, falling through the temple gate.
How many silent stumbles?
Falling into unconsciousness, confined to the realm of pure emptiness.
There is no longer any hope left for the crumbling harbor.
I had no choice but to listen to the song, lost amidst the lyrics.

Illustration by: Van Nguyen
Source: https://thanhnien.vn/not-lang-tho-cua-nguyen-ngoc-hanh-18526040418164363.htm








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