Every time we talk about the triangle, about Ha Giang, to the Northwest, my heart beat up a bea
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"Northwest, there is nothing North West
When my heart transformed the ships "
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I dreamed of a free university life, where I was with you to conquer the arcades, take each other to catch the wind chase off the North West Pass ... Dream about the area of flowers yellow, triangular flowering flowers on the high plateau filled with mist ... And so, whenever there is a signal to remind of those things, my heart resound
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I do not mind if I have to go far later, because I think that the youth will be wasted without being able to go there, not to come to the end of Vietnam
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Me and I have been dating for a day, exchanging kisses between the triangle, watching the most peaceful and simple life of this place. Why, because the northwestern love ...
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A day was abandoned, buried in countless pages of text, the words, the heart is so crazy!
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