I come back through the old ferry/ in the afternoon on the Thuong River, I hear the wind sing.
I go back through the old ferry
Thuong River afternoon listening to the wind sing
amidst the vastness of memories
Double water wave
inside opaque
the boat drifts slowly
in the afternoon wind
I find you
what gentle eyes
by the river
soft lullaby still echoes
distant dream
Oh, my love!
flowing river
as soft as a leaf
golden sunshine
soft footprint
Oh, my love!
my soul is full
broken poem
touch the mist
river flows through my heart…