Kieu…em,
I think, I like The You in my head;
Water lilies float carelessly and free;
Little sad in the eyes, a touch of shy
A hint of wonder, and craving for sweet
I think, I miss The You in my head;
A little bee that brighten the room;
And innocently buzzing from tree to tree
Where it has not been soiled by lies and hypocrisy.
I think, I want The You in my head;
Where we sit under the stars and talk
About wonder of the universe, about love
And about past lives, as if it were true
I think, I love The You in my head
Where you, in your yellow dress
With red lips and bundled hair
Sit next to me gasping for air
You hold my hand
looking into my eyes
And then you said…
"next lives we will find each other…
Next lives minh tim nhau anh nhe …"
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