To Truong Giang

The vast afternoon or the rising moon over the Yangtze River, waves lapping against both banks, water hyacinths turning purple with the current, a poetic green stream…

How many times has the river flowed, and the yellow leaves have been blown away?
young women crossing the river
not returning
The bamboo bridge keeps swaying like that.
so that my love would be trapped on this side.

Truong Giang
Oh, green stream!...
My call was carried away by the wind.
Why are you laughing at me? You little kids!
Sitting leisurely on the back of a buffalo amidst the village's bamboo groves...
A moonlit night or a golden autumn afternoon
lullabies...
I miss you so much.
Oh, the river divides into two estuaries.
I know where to go.
The river remains endless.

Source: https://baoquangnam.vn/gui-truong-giang-3157123.html