By the river of yellow flowers

At the age of missing each other, almost everyone has a figure to sigh for but not all endings are intact, like the moon sometimes waning and sometimes full. Lovers missing each other is often linked to a place or a time.

For Huynh Ngoc Huy Tung, the place by the river forever resonates like a love song, when “The flow of life drifts away / But that song is still… for each other”. For Tran Thang, it is the time of yellow flowers like the color of autumn’s eyes saying goodbye in regret “having gray hair and understanding life and death / looking at each other, the golden memories hurt more”.

SGGP Newspaper introduces Love Song by the River by Huynh Ngoc Huy Tung and Yellow Flowers by Tran Thang.

Love Song by the River

Take me back to the river
Where the waves sing of old memories
The sky is sparsely populated with clouds.
The bridge still sobs through the sun and rain

The ferry waits for the year to wither
Your voice softly calls out love from a distant homeland
Life flows away
But that song is still… for each other

The oars lull the moon and stars
The dream of silk shirt falls into the vastness
Suspension bridge like a yellow scarf
Connecting the two ends of the memory, the echoes of the streets

The person who missed the appointment on the road
The wind rustles the slope, lingering in my heart
Sunset do you hear?
Temple bells echo among the vast sea of ​​people

You took me through life
Like an old boat going back and forth a thousand times
The bridge over there is white, filled with nostalgia
Where are the blue eyes gradually disappearing in the mist...?

HUYNH NGOC HUY TUNG

Yellow flowers

Fragile pressed yellow flowers in autumn eyes
forever in love but never become husband and wife
one time dedication, lifetime debt
meet heaven is forgiveness?

Pebbles and rocks rub together to leave traces
we collided and shattered the full moon
has white hair and understands life and death
looking at each other, memories hurt more

Waiting for the flowers to bloom one poetic day
wait for old age to honor beauty
until there is nothing left to wait for
the ephemeral body released into the moonlight

The fragrance of virgin jade is intact
ecstatic with immortal yellow color
pin on hair autumn forget age
vast realm of ephemeral life.

TRAN THANG

THN

Source: https://www.sggp.org.vn/ben-song-hoa-vang-post807649.html