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Like a Fairy Tale<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n I walked down the platform in the windy afternoon I took a quick step dismounting The station platform was empty We kept walking side by side Just in time, the sound of the crane was crying in the fog Kiss after kiss * * *<\/p>\n I turned around and felt chilly on my shoulder I had to go back to the windy platform without any regrets <\/br> A wonderful surprise After a moment of surprise My letter has been sent a day But then it wasn’t long The night is boundless I was speechless, unable to say anything <\/br> Seeing you off I feel the sadness in a hurry We\u2019ve just met, now already in different paths Seeing you off, I listen to the meridians of melancholy Everyone knows the fleeting realm of life Seeing you off, suddenly my heart is full of uncertainties knowing that we will be in two desolate parts of the world <\/br> Suddenly I miss it The flower field has started a love story I walked down and you stood there A start like that but it was wonderful We both suddenly turned to look at each other Still just a life story Autumn has returned (*) Music by Phan Huynh Dieu<\/p>\n <\/br> Sitting with cross legs and watch the falling yellow leaves Heavenly blue sky and gorgeous sea at your place Sitting with bend knees and watch the darkness falling down There are times when I look at the waning moon I have lived a life of regret Although knowing that tomorrow the sun will rise again How many times I\u2019ve nibbled on the sadness How many times did the heart feel confused Succulent lips on the moonlit road that day
\nStay at an unplanned place
\nJust a whimsical decision
\nThat feels like there’s something compelling
\nIn a place half a world away from my hometown
\nNo acquaintances
\nThe terrain is unknown
\nJust when the train came to a stop
\nI scan my eyes around the place
\nFinding the vast yellow flower field
\nAt the horizon, there was a range of green mountains <\/p>\n
\nBetween the flow of people getting on and off
\nWhen the train whistle sounded to leave the station
\nI found myself dumbfounded in the middle of the platform
\nGlancing at the passers-by
\nSuddenly, the gaze and the sweet smile of a young girl caught my attention
\nMy heart flutters
\nI approach her to get acquainted
\nThen voluntarily told her my first and surname
\nAsking for directions since I’m totally strange
\nShe smiled gently with a lovely sound Yes
\nAsked where I\u2019ve come from and where do I want to go
\nI pointed to the field of colorful flowers
\n“Maybe it keeps me from a remote place.”<\/em>
\nSparkling eyes, she was staring at me
\n“So do I, that where I live, in the middle of a field of flowers”<\/em><\/p>\n
\nLate afternoon shade
\nIn small steps, shoulder to shoulder we walked
\nWhere to I did not know
\nthe scent of her hair was extremely close
\nMixing with the smell of yellow flowers it was mesmerizing
\nThe sunset gradually descended
\nsunlight faded away
\nAt the foot of the mountain, the moonlight gradually shone<\/p>\n
\nIt seemed she had not said where to go
\nBut I kept silent, no question asked.
\nAnywhere would be fine with me, nothing was pressing
\nJust listened to every beat
\nOf my heart’s flutter, abnormally excited <\/p>\n
\nSuddenly we both stopped and turned looking at each other
\nHer eyes and lips looked inviting
\nI put my arms tightly around her tender body
\nShe sank into mine, stayed silent, with the sound of crickets singing at night
\nLips parted, eyes closed as waiting<\/p>\n
\nThe night was endless
\nWhen the golden moon brightened the field of flowers
\nI followed her home
\nA warm nest on a hillside, next to the shallow river
\nThe yellow moonlight flooded the back garden as well as the front alley
\nFelt like I was lost in paradise <\/p>\n
\nHearing the birds chirping outside the window
\nI reached over but she was not there
\nWent around looking, only heard the winds calling each other
\nI searched around for quite some time
\nUntil I discovered a letter with the ink still wet
\n\u201cWhen you wake up
\nGo back to the platform
\nIf it is predestined, we’ll meet again
\nJust remember
\nThe field of yellow flowers will always be there.”<\/em><\/p>\n
\nAfter a magical night in the middle of a flowers field
\nI wondered if I would get to see her again in the days ahead
\nOr it was just a floral* dream never to return!
\n(*a dream in which a succubus appeared, Vietnamese legends)<\/p>\n
\nSudden Encounter<\/a><\/p>\n
\nShe set a date with me
\nFrom the distant magical field of yellow flowers
\nSince the farewell note was read in the morning
\nI always remember and long for
\nThat passionate magical night
\nAlways reminded myself to wait until the next season
\nThat I will come back to find her
\nWhen the flower field brilliantly blooms next fall<\/p>\n
\nI hurriedly replied
\nDarling I\u2019ve waited for so long
\nAs if a leaf in the middle of the current of life
\nMy dear, what is more joyous and exciting than us walking together through life <\/p>\n
\nShe replied, \u201cI\u2019ll see you in the early Autumn
\nDuring a business trip.
\nI will stop by the pine forest\u201d<\/em>
\nWaiting for her, I get excited day and night
\n(Like a young newlywed bride about to go to her husband\u2019s home)<\/p>\n
\nThe leaves became yellow very early
\nAs her promise of the full moon, early autumn
\nThe pine forest joyously greeted her footsteps
\nBy the river
\nIn a pub
\nTender afternoon
\nWhen the fog is cold
\nWe brought each other home
\nTalking to each other about love and memories
\nHolding her in my arms I thought
\nI were in the same dream of yesteryear.<\/p>\n
\nWonderful and sleepless night
\nWrapping my arms around her tightly… afraid that she would go away
\nAlthough we were drowning in the scent of ecstatic love
\nBut when the sun is up high
\nShe again said goodbye
\nDeparted<\/p>\n
\nShe were not to sway even if I wanted to
\nFarewell with countless bonds
\nI promise her to meet again in the flower field
\nShe didn’t say anything
\nLooking at the vast void
\nThen shook her head slightly
\nLooking down and walked away
\nSmooth as a flower boat* leaving the dock
\n(*Vietnamese flowery way of saying wedding)
\nWith pain in my heart, I recall our encounter
\nAnd silently wonder
\n“Any chance we\u2019ll see each other once again?”<\/em><\/p>\n
\nA Farewell Again<\/a><\/p>\n
\nA word of love, why could not say it without hesitation
\nin the blue sky, white clouds are also lingering
\nDrifting through the autumn garden full of yellow leaves<\/p>\n
\nand this afternoon, it’ll be miles and miles apart
\nthe heart is still throbbing
\nbut your silhouette will be a hundre\bd miles separated<\/p>\n
\nWhich is about to burst with tears in the sunlight
\nOn the way back, the flowers and leaves are thoughtful
\nstanding bewildered in the golden autumn color<\/p>\n
\nNo one knows where our love is destined
\nWho does not expect a lasting love
\nDespite the distance between the two horizons.<\/p>\n
\nCould this be the last time?
\nWhat will we do with amnesia and memories
\nwhen the barren trees are facing the fog and wind<\/p>\n
\nThinking of each other on single pillow and blanket*
\n(*Vietnamese paraphrase of being lonesome)
\nIn the hope we got another chance
\nlike heaven and earth saying goodbye to winter and welcoming back spring.<\/p>\n
\nThe Field of Yellow Flowers<\/a><\/p>\n
\nWant to get in touch and ask her
\nIs the field of yellow flowers of yesteryear
\nnow in the windy season?
\nWatching the autumn moon gives me many associations
\nA lonely silhouette is looking up to the sky<\/p>\n
\nWhen I unexpectedly got off a train
\nIn the middle of the windy season,
\nIn the middle of a moon season.
\nLater I used to tell her if it was not destiny
\nWhy did she wait in the middle of the windy afternoon station while not picking anyone up.<\/p>\n
\nHair messed up, flaps of your dress fluttered
\nI was startled to think about a fairy stories
\nThen our eyes gazed at each other without speaking
\nLosing my self-control, I approached her to ask
\n“I am a stranger and would like to ask you for direction”<\/em><\/p>\n
\nShe smiled and nodded friendly
\nLeaving the station in the afternoon
\nI followed her as if destiny arranged
\nThrough the field of yellow flowers
\nOur mellow steps
\nWind-ridden and quiet space
\nWalking side by side like going to infinity
\nUnder the bright moon in the autumn<\/p>\n
\nAs if to listen to
\nThe heartbeats in chilly guts
\nHer fainted body \bhas failed into my arms
\nParting her lips waited for a passionate kisses
\nIn the middle of the field of yellow flowers
\nUnder the splendid autumn moon
\nWe came together like in a dream
\nWhat\u2019s about the future nobody knew<\/p>\n
\nAfter the separation there will be a reunion
\nBut between she and I something doesn’t seem to match
\nSo the yearning keeps growing<\/p>\n
\nThe fallen leaves cover the yard
\nThe eyes still earn for each other in both places
\nFor the field of yellow flowers every windy season
\nThe autumn moon still lingers on high sky
\nThinking of her
\nMy guts tighten
\nBetween the sonata of “Both ends of nostalgia”(*)<\/p>\n
\nLate Blooming Mimosa<\/a><\/p>\n
\nFluttering heart, butterflies in the belly
\nHow happy it would be if I was a bird
\nSpreading the wings to fly toward the dream sky<\/p>\n
\nThere is a crescent moon shining where you sit
\nand a moon where we used to walk side by side
\nThe beach is empty in a late autumn afternoon<\/p>\n
\nHeart puzzled like a loose rope
\nFragile life is like a cotton-rose hibiscus
\n\bBlooming in the morning and to wither in the evening<\/p>\n
\nHeart flutters, heartbeats resounding
\nHow many times were we full of joy
\nBut the buds of separation is always at hand<\/p>\n
\nThen honey, please don’t add any more
\nDreams and illusions make the memory more enduring
\nThe further away from my love the drier am I<\/p>\n
\nThis earth… even though slowly, still spinning
\nI try to sing the love song as light as cloud
\nBut hear my soul echo on this one side<\/p>\n
\nLooking forward to a miracle
\nA chance for us to meet again
\nWhen tossing and turning in memories in the dark<\/p>\n
\nI wish to forget but it is not easy to forget
\nAlways remember the moonlit night
\nThe vibrations of the first encounter<\/p>\n
\nMemories when saying goodbye
\nThe separation has made the days become lengthy
\nThe greater the expectation, the more hopeless you will feel.<\/p>\n