Hối tiếc Regretting

Moving. Moving. Moving. A passionate love Speaking. Speaking. Speaking. The words of honey The honey ears long and long I liked a fragrance on your flesh Oh, the red river lips floating! Poetry. Music. Painting. All of things were the memories Running out of me A lonely soul Love. Log. Dream. Oh it was me to die of you A whitish skin like pure ice And the sparkling bud with the first dream I wrote for what the poems that not ending Galloping my soul, a sentiment of loving Dancing. Dancing. Dancing. I took you into the door of love Where only two we were wonderful and beautiful Nobody could see us Rose. Rose. Only rose of you, a nice shape I inclined on the ashamed lips and eyes Spring. Spring. Spring. The season of couple love We were the small birds flying I would be a long song and a long poem, we were firing up With thousands of flowers and bees and butterflies moving The white clouds pouring the hair Like your virgin taking sunbath in the sky Jumping. Jumping. Jumping. We were flying in the wind The wings of angels following the drunkard sun We were waving the four seas, it was immense! Oh, love of youth were lasting strength! Suddenly now we are older than the germ of the bean Listening to the falling Autumn Nothing can return to the old days For us regretting the times when loving each other.