Hon fall into your eyes accidentally
erased afternoon sitting hair curtain
where Thầm Convention but does say
Close your mind alone
has yet to open up Flower Street
Life style very bare white arm sleeve
Sun thin frozen shoulder afraid drafts
confidential Floor moon about no way of screening
high Gác compartment joy love
dreams, the time spend
together so the remote party of thousands of isolated little paint khê
Day go deep sea blue eyes, my eyes welling with grief
who listened farewell fireworks Bridge
Street all colored stars without you
Go where the curtain loose hair lane
desert floor closed but not people
I miss you my name, only to hear a needle drop on the shelf
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