Purple shirt glowing in the early morning sun
Your figure is like a royal guest
The smile on her lips
No wine but the heart is intoxicated
I stood watching the flowers
Make strangers feel like
The shy flower withered.
Drooping down by the flooded roadside
Shirts are flowers too, that's all.
The purple flower from long ago
But why is the late autumn sky so fragrant?
The scene is blurred, the sunlight falls!
Whose heart is stirred by the poem?
Even if there is no fate, I still hope
Wandering on the deserted riverbank
Waiting for that trip to fulfill my dream!/.
Hong Vinh
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