At this time, I was in the rush hour traffic flow after get off work, and my breath was filled with the smell of gasoline, sweat, fatigue, and a smell called expressionless face.
Surrounded by many scents, my soul continued to come out of the body. Back to the streets of Vietnam where the fragrance is floating.
Under the scorching sun, Xin, a young girl who sells white lotus flowers. Clear voice. In the noisy street, a refreshing airflow was broken.
lotus. girl. Small life in the city can be very romantic, and even in the lake full of white lotuses, a nursery rhyme begins to envelope the world in an elegant and clean atmosphere.
Under the scorching sun, the tight lines of the muscles on the shoulders are the attitude of the tricycle driver Hai pulling away from the impetuous attitude of Vientiane.
What kind of mood is he in waiting for Lian outside the hotel.
Even, the 500,000 dong won was just facing Lian's sleeping face until dawn, what kind of mood was that.
In the ancient house in the depths of the lake, the poet Du's poems are also rippling again in Xin's singing, the last poem.
The inhuman face, occasional inferiority and arrogance, also aroused my redefinition of Confucian sadness.
Dazed veteran, looking for in Vietnam. Find the product of a night of romance.
But we already know what awaits.
Missing you in the past, the future does not need your participation. You were once strangers, and you will continue to be strangers in the future.
Letting go can be a kind of progress.
Love for three seasons, love the style of Vietnam. Love the style in Tony's eyes.
Love is endless, it is the street where the fragrance of lotus floats, and whose secret is deposited.
The love is endless, it is the swaying skirt, the woman's nostalgic tone, the charming look between each other.
Unending love is the faint regret in the poem on the paper overflowing with ink.
The love is endless, it is the sweaty back, and in the eyes of chasing, the models of pure white Aodai.
Love is endless, it is the moist aroma immersed in memory, who is affectionate.
Endless love is the magical power of Kapok, the roar of desire to break free.
Endless love is my Vietnamese complex, eager to find. This eagerness predicts a loss. Sticky summer, something is always brewing.
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