Find Pha Lai

The One Who Finds a Way Back
Oar washing water by the river
Where did the fair move?
Full and empty, clear and turbid, two lines

Sad voice goes back to Cam Ly
White clouds cover Phoenix peak
Several layers of moss obscure the ancient citadel
Purple smoke in the afternoon of Xuong Giang

The old wharf calms each wave
The sound of the train whistle echoes in the mountain village
Memories of a distant time
Will it still burn tomorrow?

Nostalgia of previous autumns
Lost on Phao Son slope
Suddenly the lights lit up the new street
But my heart is filled with tears!