Friday afternoon

Friday, a little sad, the rain falls on that path, the evening drops fall on old hair, a promise of love that the mist and smoke thought would dry... yet soaks the soul again.

Friday of yesteryear, a little afternoon
A passerby remembers the desolate grass.
Autumn leaves fade away, losing their former innocence.
The weekend afternoon suddenly brought a gentle breeze.

Friday afternoon, a little by the past.
The familiar street suddenly turned cold as the season changed.
There are people who count and remember things on weekends.
Sitting in the rain all afternoon, the rain withered away.

Is it your Friday or mine?
The paths of love have faded away.
The clouds drifted gently this afternoon, a memory of the past.
lest we make our love affair drift further and further apart.

Friday of the week or of the year
The falling of rain is also silent.
so that the city still longs for each memorable journey.
A very distant, old image.

Phan Duy

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