As the seasons change, Pleiku shows off its new look.
The morning mist rises, inspiring the wind to compose poetry.
The street sways gently, intoxicated by the song of waiting.
Let's admire a strange cloud together.
The sky is so blue it needs no further embellishment.
The mountains and hills stand silently amidst the sunset.
He walked across the old, worn-out slope.
I hear the old season slipping through the window.
In the city at night, I lie listening to you sing.
The cool breeze carries the sweet scent of wine to soft lips.
We meet in the middle of a musical piece.
Seeing Pleiku felt both real and dreamlike.
Poem by Lu Hong: The Sky Returns
Artist Phan Tro: The sound of the flute of kindred spirits.
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