"Humanism was that romantic."

As March arrives, the familiar little courtyard dons a cloak of pure white crape myrtle blossoms, gently caressing my shoulders with each rustling breeze that sweeps through the leaves. The yellow walls, stained by the relentless, slow passage of time, suddenly seem to glow again in that hesitant, lingering moment of a proud, icy winter clinging to a tender, vibrant spring. Tiny reddish-brown hues dot the long brick path connecting every corner and every row of classrooms, like gentle, steady currents flowing through years of scorching sun and pouring rain… all these colors, these vibrations, I call this corner of the soul called the Humanities.

Actually, there's no particular reason why I chose March as the main backdrop to paint this picture of the Faculty of Humanities. Someone once said, "Just love, just love." That's it. We can offer countless explanations for loving someone, but ultimately, after all the reasons, it all boils down to one word: "love"—an emotion difficult to define but more intense than anything else. So, let's blame March for its awkwardness, its shyness, its lingering feelings, and give me a reason to write about the corner of my heart called the Faculty of Humanities.

I've traveled extensively, in my twenties, yearning to see the sky, always bathed in golden sunlight and blue hues. Everywhere I looked, I saw wide, windswept roads, taking in the proud, yet coldly indifferent, straight lines and sharp angles of buildings. I felt myself melting in the courtyard of an electronics and technology school, inhaling deeply the earthy scent of plants and trees beneath the lush green slopes of a suburban school… but nowhere else have I felt such a profound and strangely peaceful atmosphere as within the gates of the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities. Someone told me how gentle I am, so much so that even a light step or a burst of laughter might shatter the heavy, tranquil mist that hangs there, causing me to hesitate and tiptoe. I only responded with a very soft smile. For nearly two-thirds of a decade, the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities has embraced the profound and insightful spirit of the foundational sciences that have shaped society and the character of countless people in Vietnam. The Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities has taken a unique and distinct path to preserve, safeguard, and revive ancient cultural values ​​and the beauty of human life, while outside, calculations, competition, and struggles are relentlessly pursuing each individual. I admire the calm and gentle demeanor of the students, carrying their faded old books. Even their simple, somewhat plain attire makes me feel a sense of closeness and familiarity. And especially, I love the smiles of the students of the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities—so pure and approachable. I prefer to simply call my school, the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities, by the two words "Humanities." It encapsulates everything that is most characteristic and unique to this institution. And every time I utter those two simple, little words, it's like I'm calling out to my own beloved.

Some people tell me that the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities is beautiful but lacks the dynamism, the vibrant energy of other schools. But after all the storms of life, isn't it true that all a person needs is peace? For me, leaving all the dust and grime outside the gates of this school named the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities, stopping by a stone bench weathered by sun and rain, closing my eyes and listening to time whisper through the tiny phoenix tree leaves falling on my shoulders like a gentle caress, a soothing warmth from a soul steeped in the past, dispelling the weariness and struggles of daily life—that is happiness enough. Amidst the ups and downs, the lifeblood continues to flow relentlessly, connecting and nurturing generations of students born from this environment, so that every day, every hour, these young hearts bring their love for the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities to every piece of this vast world. Because love given is love that lives on.