Then one day the wind gently blew.
The old tamarind tree is imbued with the color of nostalgia.
It seems like the sun is hesitating, about to break through.
As we passed by the dilapidated old school.
Which memories linger through the days?
As the exam season draws to a close...
It will all pass, a time of childhood innocence.
Why does such profound pain last a lifetime?
The yellow blossoms of the tamarind tree dot the corner of the sky.
Like a heart-wrenching ray of sunshine at the end of summer.
Ancient verses cut into the past.
What seemed insignificant turned into a distant dream.
After more than ten years, she returned.
The crimson heels stir up commotion at several crossroads.
Do you remember the dewdrop that softened the blades of grass?
Warm golden sunlight bathes the leaves in the schoolyard.
The tamarind trees are still waiting for me that day.
Purple eyes, a dreamy figure like a flower in the twilight.
Sending a little unspoken love on a leaf.
Dreaming of a distant, azure first love.
Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202504/truoc-hang-me-truong-cu-b200659/
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