I go home to sleep in the afternoon rain
The sun lulls my eyes and wets my eyelashes, leaving me alone
fall back to a little purity
marinated in the sun, washed in the rain, still dry
old tavern dripping rain casino
crowded street, I look for a figure
rain still leads the wandering sun
The tamarind trees tremble with pure love song.
regret a piece of silk
pour out the bottom, the old love
I now just lead you
go home through the deserted alley, smoke is flying
the night is over, the leaves are rustling
will fall dew condense sun plow the sky
days go by remembering love
love hangs down on the thin moon river.
Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202508/khuc-tinh-mua-be80ec1/
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