Summer Hurry

Lost Drop

Orphaned into the door frame

The cicada boils, the phoenix spreads its fiery fingers

Clouds,

Clouds in a hurry...

Clouds cover the summer words

Suddenly remember the day the trees were green

Raindrops sob glistening

Your eyes are two banks of drought

Raindrop

Raindrops find their way back...

Clouds,

Clouds in a hurry...

April trumpet flowers bloom

Her virgin shirt that day

Rain, are you still sparkling...

Is the river still clear?

Old ferry, market road

Just me and my memories...

Clouds,

Clouds in a hurry...

Source: https://baolamdong.vn/van-hoa-nghe-thuat/202505/voi-vang-mua-ha-29706d3/