Sending someone across the river

Phan Bui Bao Thy

He sat there piecing together time.

Listening to an old song, I borrow a guitar to tune the strings.

Lost a day halfway through.

She proudly showed off her wedding dress as she handed it to the person who would receive it.

 

A rose petal drifts by the river.

A rainy afternoon in a foreign land tugs at the heartstrings of strangers.

A love poem written halfway through.

Halfway through, it crumbles and falls apart; halfway through, it drifts away.

 

She left, disappearing from her homeland.

Where have the withered flowers of my twenties gone?

Just me and myself, feeling sad.

Where has the half-moon disappeared to in the sky?

 

He cherishes his first love.

Hidden in my pillowcase, I miss you in the deep night.

Poetry is like floating weeds drifting back and forth.

I wish to gather everything and send it across the river.

Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202506/gui-nguoi-qua-song-d15040d/