A red hibiscus tops the fence so tall, Passersby greet but leave without a call. This humble flower, unworthy of a vase, Would lose its glow by morning’s soft embrace.
Summer's breezes whisper by, Hesitant they float and shy. Carrying forest scents anew, While hibiscus stays blushing in the dew.
Tomorrow, when the winds return, The hibiscus longs for sweet scents to burn. A flower with just beauty's grace, Lacks a fragrance to embrace.
Winds, aware of this design, Bestow the summer’s scent so fine. The hibiscus blooms at dawn’s first light, A truth strange, a wonder in sight.
Yet fate cannot be denied, Blaming winds for love untried. Without waiting for the day to break, A silent farewell, hard to forsake.
Winds wander, searching for a face, Is it the one who lost the race? ...
Bach Tu Chi is a young master from the wealthy Bach family. Despite being only 17 years old, he suffers from severe tuberculosis and faces a challenging family situation, having grown up without his father's love and experiencing conflicts with his relatives. Fortunately, he meets Luu Trac Vu, an orphaned boy who roams the streets. Bach Tu Chi takes him in to be his close servant. Since bringing Trac Vu home, Bach Tu Chi has developed a fondness for this servant...
