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Đăng bởi Hàn Quốc Vũ vào 31/01/2018 16:34, đã sửa 1 lần, lần cuối bởi Vanachi vào 01/02/2018 00:19


The forest stretched for miles in my mind
An oil painting was hidden behind –
The girls were on their way
Forever, going away

I already had a sad day
There, it was the hay
I missed a black long hair
Everybody she often sat on the chair

Her lips were smiling with me
Talking to me the things will be –
How could I forget her
Since I have become a painter.

Nguồn: Think about the poetic rhymes, NXB Thanh niên, 2000