Like a sunset painted softly in red,
Your melody stays in my head.
A gentle breeze, a memory bright,
A song that turns the dark to light.
Phuong Hong sings of moments gone,
Of quiet hearts that still hold on.
Each note feels warm, each word feels true,
Like an old dream coming back to you.
When I hear it, the world feels still,
And every silence seems to fill
With memories, feelings, skies of gold—
A beautiful song I'll always hold.
Phuong Hong, your melody remains,
A little sunshine after rain.
No matter where the years may lead,
You'll be the song my heart will need.
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