Author: Nguyen Duc Cong.
When I first met you look poetic.
First time to meet me storm storm three.
The first time I met greeting eyes.
The first time I saw you in my heart.
And from here, storms are over.
Blue sky, on the shoots, the wind lightly.
The birds singing high.
In the heart, a silhouette.
That shape, in him every day.
His gaze, making him so absorbed.
That hair, it took his soul.
For now, two children two heaven.
What if the drag, the heart near his side.
I just hope one day, we meet again.
I just hope one day, we two together.
Give each other a warm arms, every day.
Walking hand in hand. with bitter taste.
In spicy wine, lean on the shoulder, watching the sunset.
And walk, on the long future.
I just wish it was not me.
When I first met you look poetic.
First time to meet me storm storm three.
The first time I met greeting eyes.
The first time I saw you in my heart.
And from here, storms are over.
Blue sky, on the shoots, the wind lightly.
The birds singing high.
In the heart, a silhouette.
That shape, in him every day.
His gaze, making him so absorbed.
That hair, it took his soul.
For now, two children two heaven.
What if the drag, the heart near his side.
I just hope one day, we meet again.
I just hope one day, we two together.
Give each other a warm arms, every day.
Walking hand in hand. with bitter taste.
In spicy wine, lean on the shoulder, watching the sunset.
And walk, on the long future.
I just wish it was not me.
