Flowers born at night (on Vietnamese love poem 003)

This happened last night.

Send a person out alone.

As beautiful as poetry

The fog of the night hangs over my soul.

I copied it myself.

Copy love for people you don't know.

Because at that moment ... I happened to know ...

Eternal love is lonely love.

Since jacket night

She wore a pink scarf on her shoulders.

late night

At the end of first love

We looked for each other in the alley.

I'm waiting for your passing footprints.

This kind of love originated thousands of years ago.

It's still so beautiful despite the wind and rain.

Who hasn't dated since they grew up?

People who used to love each other?

Can't bear to part with ...

There are still many people who have been looking for it

Surrounded by the fragrance of love

Cherish what you don't have

Stay alone in the moonlight and dream.

I love you not because you are handsome.

fall in love with you

Just looking for a happy person.

It's too cold.

I heard the wind in the middle.

It's in your heart.

I copied my thoughts by myself.

Love for the unknown

Because at that moment, I found myself whispering.

Now I met a cordate telosma.