The path of yellow flowers at the end of the year.

Illustration by: Van Nguyen

Find a breeze to follow back to memories.
All I could see were vast fields of white reeds in the late winter afternoon.
December lingers, with rain passing through deserted lanes.
Knowing my mother is waiting for me with gray hair on the street at the New Year's Eve party.

My childhood hometown, where the tower's shadow casts a pensive shadow.
A lonely journey in a foreign land, accompanied by the melancholy melodies of Bài Chòi folk songs.
The streams dry up beneath our feet, and the mountains wear down in our gaze.
The debt of gratitude has been lost to the passage of time.

Let's return to the days far from the train station, in the late afternoon sun.
The late-night train trembles with the call of the changing seasons.
A traveler of childhood, with a melancholic expression, hangs up his old clothes to dry.
Suddenly, I hear the yellow flowers awakening on the old moonlit path.

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/loi-hoa-vang-tat-nien-tho-cua-le-thieu-nhon-185250103140014482.htm