In the middle of Saigon/ I have an autumn/ Enough to awaken the days of separation.
In the middle of Saigon
I have a fall
In the gentle eyes like nostalgia
In the innocent smile
In the charming sky
In the middle of Saigon
I have a fall
Just hesitantly left unsaid
Just deep in the longing
Fragile and deep a sky…
So close
My Autumn
But far away, the memories are restless...
But whose poetic words are sobbing?
"Who says Saigon doesn't have autumn?"
In the middle of Saigon
I have a fall
Enough to wake up the days of separation
Oh autumn
Hangover
Iron
"Who says Saigon doesn't have autumn?!"
LE ANH PHONG