grassland

The day you played the harmonica on the prairie / Little footprints

Tiny footprints

Lost in the tender grass

He got lost in the green field.

Your hands are a stream of dreams.

Floating and sinking in rapids and waterfalls

He went in search of a fragrant flower.

What age is the sweetest?

The migratory bees never return.

I set the night down with the lamp by the stream.

The small porch was silent, without the sound of rain.

He walked in, outside the stars were falling all month of January.

She told me not to drink the motionless dew drops.

Like a bell filled with song

The herd of buffaloes is slowly chewing the forest floor.

Eyes like moonlight

Once he goes in, he won't be able to come out.

She told me not to hold her hand.

Don't leave your memories among the stars in the night sky.

Time is like a magical scent.

I'm here, but spring is long gone.

The green meadow echoes with your voice.

But the figure was like a gust of wind.

Tran Le Anh Tuan

Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202602/thao-nguyen-99d2460/