Why are you gone for so long? Why don't you come back?
The pine forest is lit up like candles by the slanted sunlight.
Winter ends, spring fades. January…
Forget-me-nots bloom purple on the green slopes.
Come home, my love. Come back to me.
The bowl of vermicelli soup with crab is still kept fragrant.
A cup of coffee on misty afternoons
I felt a pang of nostalgia, a pang of sadness. But no tears fell.
A flock of birds flew across the sky.
Lost and separated, calling out to friends only to find a void in the distance.
I waited for you all winter.
The end of spring, the beginning of summer… The fire in my heart remains undiminished.
Go to Da Lat. Come back, my dear!
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