Now that Da Lat is very cold, it is also the time when Hoa Ban blooms, which is also the season when I know how to love a girl. Remember the time I ran with her down a path full of white flowers, a flower I am very familiar with but I don’t know the name of it!
A gentle hug from behind, a sweet voice ringing, a warm feeling against my cheek – “Di Di doesn’t know this flower! This is Hoa Ban.” Sometimes simple things create infinite love.
That was also the first time I picked up a girl in the middle of Da Lat street.
Da Lat always makes people excited about something inexplicable. Every time I come here it gives me a very different feeling and this time it is the same: the feeling of being there!
But everything is always unsatisfactory: he said that when Ban flourishes, I will take you and then I will only miss you. I only come to Da Lat during Hoa Ban season! Promise me…. Therefore ! It is always said that the person who makes the promise is always the first to walk away.
This year I came to Da Lat just when the Ban flowers were in full bloom, but there was no one to take under the Ban flowers anymore! Walking alone under the Ban row, looking at each falling white petal, the sad afternoon sun, the dark fog, how could I forget this place, in front of the Chicken Church? Well, God help me fix it. I kept my promise to come see you during the flowering season…
Ah OK! Because at least I met the most beautiful girl, in the most beautiful times, in the most wonderful places! 
And you ? Do you have a story about the person you love the most? Tell me about a Da Lat, you know?
Trust in somebody…
Somewhere inside me there is a place called nostalgia…
Every time I look into your eyes, I see sadness somewhere. I don’t understand why I feel this way, I’m afraid I never said I understood…
Until I didn’t see you for a while, in that same place, and with those eyes that you gave to another person, that sadness left…
So it’s right for me not to choose you. If I don’t choose e, it’s the right thing for me, but…
How could I know…?
That sad look is because he is afraid that I don’t belong to him, he is afraid that I will not be happy, he is afraid that Da Lat will separate us because no one loves each other here and they become a couple…
As for me, I loved someone but I kept quiet and didn’t dare confess to her until she said at the train window that no matter what happens, I wouldn’t regret it because I loved the most wonderful person on the most beautiful days… Always thinking of you. .
That was the time I saw her get on the last train leaving Da Lat to…
Hello. I’ve been here for 31 years…