A century of mountain town

Hoang Khanh Duy

In the mountain town, winter has now arrived.

In the cold season, the rose garden begins to ripen.

The sloping path was shrouded in evening mist.

A yellow leaf falls onto the dark brown tiled roof.

Do you still remember the paths we walked together?

How old are these roads now?

The roads I once wandered along.

Spring, summer, autumn, winter - rain and sunshine give them their names.

I still remember the peaceful rows of green pine trees.

Embrace the city with a warm canopy of leaves.

That year, at our usual cafe, we sat silently and watched.

The streets change so much with each passing season.

The mountain town is still the same as it used to be.

The street's face is as beautiful as it was in our youth.

I still love the city as much as I love you - a love that will last a hundred years, perhaps.

The street is still ours.

But you're gone now...

Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202512/tram-nam-pho-nui-49f1fd7/