Ngày ngày tháng tháng em thầm nhớ Bóng dáng một người ở trong tim Đêm đêm thao thức hoài trong ngóng Nhớ bóng hình anh giấc chẳng yên

“Không cần kiếp sau gặp lại Chỉ mong đời này kết duyên Thế gian duy nhất một chuyện Nguyện nắm tay em.”

Đừng đùa bỡn nhé bạn ơi Lòng tin đâu phải trò chơi hão huyền Nó như sợi chỉ nhân duyên Kết tình bè bạn khắp miền gần xa.

Dối người người sẽ dối ta Thế nên hãy sống thật thà thì hơn Đừng như con cá thờn bơn Suốt đời phải chịu tủi hờn đắng cay.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain. And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks aught

And let your best be for your friend. If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also. For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill? Seek him always with hours to live.

Where is the six-eight verse? Looking for gray hair has not stopped looking. I thought I was looking for a needle at the bottom of a haystack. Is it still strange to find it right in front of my eyes? The lullaby soaks up the rainy night, "The stork is diving" and has not yet

Someone's voice is earnest and restless. For decades, I thought the path had become familiar... I hope the rain stops and the moon rises , so that the six bowls of fate will return.

Homeland is a golden field The fragrance of ripe rice fills the afternoon sky. Homeland is the figure of a beloved mother wearing a brown conical hat as she walks home

Returning to the grain of rice and smiling, I heard the buffalo burp out words of straw. Braking on the ceiling to enjoy the wind and fanning his mane, Crying the fragrant grilled eggplant towards the communal house.

Homeland is a cicada. Mother's lullaby on a summer afternoon. The river is full of water. Homeland is a corner of childhood.

Don't remember what to do.. passionate things Well, definitely... winter afternoon Don't be close to your dark cheeks.. sunny afternoon Come on, close your pink lips.. the evening is light and stormy

Feeling lost in a bustling street, memories fading, heart aching. 💔 But the coffee keeps me company.

The winter day is over, the sun is beautiful In the garden butterflies flutter with fresh flowers On the thien ly truss, they were joking around Under the old apricot tree! The holy lute sings and sings in harmony Innocently, the wind blew across her smiling lips Spring

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The ancient ruins stood silent and weathered, bearing witness to the passage of time. Amongst the remnants of a bygone era, she felt a profound sense of awe and reverence for the resilience of civilizations past.

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