Black hair in love songs

For a long time, Vietnamese love songs have captured the hearts of many fans. Among the many love songs that captivate people, there have been famous songs that vaguely feature the image of hair.

The dark hair of youth

The youth of a person’s life is clearly shown through their hair. For musician Van Phung, a girl’s hair is like a gentle stream, for the musician to search for: “Find the green willow swaying/ Or find the stream of hair on the shoulder”. That stream of hair, gentle, nature is hard to compare (Stream of Hair).

The song "Spring Girl", music: Tu Vu, lyrics: Nguyen Binh, has a very beautiful, poetic, and romantic description of the green hair of a young girl: "The eight springs go on the hair".

In another very famous song by musician Hoang Thi Tho, “Old Roads, Old Paths”, the girl’s green hair is faintly seen in the lyrics: “Old Roads, Old Paths, there is my sister with her green hair flying dreamily”.

And here, the hair of a seventeen year old girl appeared in the song "Purple Flowers of the Past" by musician Huu Xuan: "I was just seventeen/ My hair was just reaching my shoulders." Listening to the love songs composed by musician Trinh Cong Son, the audience realizes that: Our talented musician has put many images and very different feelings about girls' hair into his compositions: Calling the four seasons ("Oh! Your long hair is a mythical night"), Sad stone age ("A rose pinned to the cloud hair", "The sky still makes clouds, clouds drifting/ Your hair flutters, drifting quickly"), Lulling us to sadness ("Which hair is still green, give me a little innocence"), Watching the autumns go ("The cool wind has come, the purple afternoon spreads on the sidewalk/ And the wind kisses the sworn hair, then autumn flies away"), Like a flying stork ("The wind will be happy because your hair is flying/ Let the resentful clouds sleep on your shoulders"), Faded autumn leaves ("Waking up in the evening, sitting and hugging your long hair"), What age is left for you ("What age wanders the city with cloud hair"), Glass sun ("Blowing the sun to let sadness into your hair")...

Musician Ngo Thuy Mien also wrote many songs about girls' hair. The silky, cloud-like hair, which inspired the lyrics and musical ideas, appeared in the love song Giang Ngoc: "Your five-fingered hand is still proud/ Your cloud-like hair still flutters, your cheeks and lips are still rosy", and the love song Thang June Troi Mua: "Your soft hair, I don't care about spring".

A girl's hair was once seen as a green rice field, full of vitality, beautiful and smooth. The song Love of the Homeland (Music: Dan Tho, lyrics: Phan Lac Tuyen) has the following verses: "You come back through the small village. I wait under the coconut trees/ The afternoon sun shines on my hair, the simple love of my homeland/ My hometown is poor, the sand is white, my hair is green rice".

Time passes with hair

According to the law of life, the long, dark hair of one's youth will also change color over the years. Musician Tran Long An wrote simple, rustic yet very touching lyrics about his mother's faded hair in the song Happy Mother's Age: "Then that spring, mother's white hair flew/ Like the wind, like the clouds flying through my life/ Like the wind, like the clouds flying through time". The old mother's hair was described by musician Tuan Khanh in a spring song with so much joy and hope. "This spring, I wish my old mother joy in the eggplant garden with more flowers/ Joy in the vast fields, with beautiful white hair" (First Spring).

Musician Ngo Thuy Mien also wrote about the hair of the days when there was no more poetry: “One day the old green hair will turn white” (Last Love Song). In the song “Cat bui tinh xa”, musician Trinh Cong Son also wrote lyrics carrying contemplations about human life: “How many years of being a human being / Suddenly one afternoon the hair turns white as lime”.

Love stories that remain

Perhaps, because hair is so closely associated with human life, stories about hair and the love behind it are always full of poetry.

Musician Pham The My composed the love song Toc May with beautiful and romantic lyrics, along with a smooth melody, carrying many levels of emotions: "Oh, my hair is flying, singing a sad melody/ The love thread follows the wind and flies far away/ Oh, my hair is strangely fragrant/ Our love is so green, my hair is so old that it never ages". In the first Love Song, musician Vu Thanh An also wrote about love, hoping that love would come to people who are still young: "If we love each other, please let us enjoy the innocent days/ When our eyes have not faded, when our hair has not changed".

There are sad love stories of people passing each other, with rains leaving behind memories and late pains: “I remember an autumn when clouds covered the path/ Sad rain made tangled hair wet lips” (Late Pain – Ngo Thuy Mien).

Here, the lover's hair flows down the boy's heart, the day he first fell in love, the love buds were still shy: "Her hair flows down her small shoulders/ What waterfall flows down my heart" (The Yellow Butterfly Tree - music: Nguyen Ngoc Thien, lyrics: Nguyen Thai Duong).

Stranger, hard to forget the foggy mountain town, from the girl's soft hair: "Thank you to the city for having you/ Thank you for a soft hair" (There's still something to remember - music: Pham Duy - lyrics: Vu Huu Dinh).

Hanoi with its streets, rows of trees, the scent of flowers, lovers waiting for each other in the rain, and many memories that stir the heart: “Oh my dear, Hanoi streets/… The deserted streets rustle with a light rain/ Someone is waiting for someone with soft hair on their shoulders” (Oh my dear! Hanoi streets - music: Phu Quang, poetry: Phan Vu).

Along with many other songs, in which hair has many shapes, changing over time, under the very own feelings of musicians and poets.

Long hair once, then white hair. Keeping a love that is steadfast, even though time passes quickly, is still the wish of many people. In love songs, hair, no matter what it is like today, can still tell the love stories of people who once had their youthful days.

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