Hanoi’s autumn slowly passes through each hair, nothing can bring peace to dreamers.

When autumn comes gently, the flower season seems to be slowly coming, and we gradually understand and love each other more.

Since when has Hanoi become a big part of nostalgia in my heart? Entering the Capital, I felt like returning to a familiar place, no longer feeling strange.

The scent of milk flowers reminds of Hanoi, the most beautiful years of youth, youth, the emotions of first love and memorable memories.

Hanoi is still the same, as bustling and exciting as Saigon but still retains the ancient, simple features that I always love, always reminding of unforgettable memories.
