Ngày Hôm Ấy Em Đi Trong Mưa

<h2 style="font-weight: bold; margin: 12px 0;">The Melancholy of Rainy Days</h2>

As the first droplets of rain hit the ground, a sense of nostalgia washes over me. I am reminded of a day, a day when you walked away in the rain - "Ngày Hôm Ấy Em Đi Trong Mưa". The memory is as vivid as if it happened yesterday, yet it feels like a lifetime ago. The rain, once a symbol of joy and life, now only brings back the pain of your departure.

<h2 style="font-weight: bold; margin: 12px 0;">The Echo of Your Laughter</h2>

The raindrops falling on the tin roof echo your laughter, a sound that once filled my world with happiness. Now, it's just a haunting melody that lingers in the silence of the night. The rhythm of the rain seems to mimic the rhythm of your laughter, a cruel reminder of what once was. The sound of the rain is no longer soothing; it's a constant reminder of the day you walked away in the rain.

<h2 style="font-weight: bold; margin: 12px 0;">The Scent of the Rain</h2>

The scent of the rain-soaked earth brings back memories of our shared moments. The smell of the rain on the leaves, the dampness in the air, everything reminds me of you. The scent of the rain is no longer refreshing; it's a painful reminder of the day you left in the rain. The fragrance that once brought joy now only brings back the pain of your absence.

<h2 style="font-weight: bold; margin: 12px 0;">The Touch of the Rain</h2>

The touch of the raindrops on my skin is like your touch, gentle yet profound. The coldness of the raindrops is a stark contrast to the warmth of your touch. The touch of the rain is no longer comforting; it's a stark reminder of the day you walked away in the rain. The sensation that once brought comfort now only brings back the pain of your absence.

<h2 style="font-weight: bold; margin: 12px 0;">The Taste of the Rain</h2>

The taste of the rain, once sweet and refreshing, now only brings a bitter aftertaste. The taste of the rain is a reminder of your sweet kisses, a memory that is now tainted with the bitterness of your departure. The taste of the rain is no longer sweet; it's a bitter reminder of the day you walked away in the rain.

<h2 style="font-weight: bold; margin: 12px 0;">The Sight of the Rain</h2>

The sight of the rain, once a beautiful spectacle, now only brings back the image of you walking away. The sight of the rain is no longer beautiful; it's a painful reminder of the day you walked away in the rain. The image that once brought joy now only brings back the pain of your absence.

As the rain continues to fall, I am left with nothing but the memories of you. The rain, once a symbol of life and joy, now only brings back the pain of your departure. The day you walked away in the rain, "Ngày Hôm Ấy Em Đi Trong Mưa", is a day that will forever be etched in my memory. The rain will continue to fall, and I will continue to remember you, until the day the rain no longer brings back the pain of your absence.