The Song of the End of the Year

The fleeting days of December cannot be held back / The season rushes on with lonely winds.

The hurried season brings with it lonely winds.

Bewildered, the traveler hears the river drying up.

The old threshold is filled with the shadows of the moon of yesteryear.

My homeland reminds me of the many waves that have come to pass.

The sea stretches endlessly along one shore in Central Vietnam.

The boat still weighs anchor and sails out into the sunny sea.

The sails call out to each other, remembering each other across vast distances.

Who will return to the city of their childhood?

The deep alley slowly carries the scent of incense.

Yellow signal on daisy color

Drifting along with the year-end stories.

Le Thieu Nhon

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