Send to Truong Giang

The vast afternoon or the rising moon, the Truong Giang River waves lapping at the two banks, purple water hyacinths following the water, a poetic green stream...

How many times the river flows, yellow leaves fly
girls crossing the river
no return
The bamboo bridge keeps swaying
leave my love stuck on this side.

Oh Truong Giang
oh blue stream!...
my call flew with the wind
Why are you laughing at me? Little children!
sitting on the buffalo's back, leisurely walking among the bamboo groves of the village...
vast moonlit night or golden autumn afternoon
lullabies...
miss you so much
Oh river water splits into two mouths
where do i know
the river is still immense.

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