Lavender

Those who have travelled all the way along
With bruise on their shoulders
Carry along some good old stories in their haversack
And some sachets of dry lavender
The purple musical notes remind us
Of the deepest purple love from the sky above
The inner call of love that affectionately embraces
Holding on forever through out the darkest hours…

Reaching out the lavender field
To feel the embracing breeze of life in both our hands
We thought that only our youth can withstand our hopeless despair
Our carefree sulkiness,
Our earnestly wilderness,
Our eager devotion,
The deepest purple love from the sky above!
Its timeless fragrance has perpetually embraced our hearts
with its pure innocence.

"Xin anh đừng hỏi vì sao
Tên anh em để lẫn vào trong thơ..."