Decoding 'Em' in Phu Quang's music?

“Please, please, please one more time even though I know tomorrow is goodbye, tomorrow when we are far away please remember, even though love is just a dream”. Self-lovePhu QuanginMoscow winter afternoonsweet yet bitter, close yet lingering, loving yet heartbreaking.

Oh Hanoi street, voicepianoThe scent of old Hanoi is still contained in every banyan tree, the scent of milk flower, the girl of Hanoi, making us absorb it deeply into our consciousness.

And then in the blurring and appearing of memories, of afternoons and sunsets, we are in pain and cannot remember a single path. The “state” of not being able to remember, no, absolutely not not remembering. That “nothingness” is the void - the supreme ultimate - where we return to during meditation, to recharge with love and return to the myriad paths of the world.

Musician Phu Quang.

Phu Quang is passionate about the scenery, the people, you, the love of Hanoi - all blending the simplicity with the mysterious soul, the unique features of Phu Quang.

“The northeast monsoon is cold, a few yellow autumn leaves have fallen, this afternoon also leaves me...”, signs that whether you are not in love, are in love, or have loved, you can see yourself vaguely in them. In the extreme loneliness, adding the question “how” seems to push the mood to the peak of winter. Phu Quang’s romanticism and kindness, “it seems like winter has come”, yes, the fragile hope of waiting for love is also happiness.

So skillfully, from the door, the river to the evening bell, Phu Quang instilled a bit of soul, intertwining virtual and real love. Nostalgia for Winter is not “Night”, not “Waiting”, but for Phu Quang, a Winter is synthesized with a characteristic tone, to resonate with each person’s mood at different frequencies.

“And I know, I know a simple thing, the further away I am from you, the more I love you.”.Simple things, oh so sweet, so real, so soaring, so passionate.Simple things- like a proposal to start a lasting love, a reminder to warm up happiness and a caressing word as we count the time together.

The red dusty road, the double cars, a river, an Eastern afternoon, a church roof..., Phu Quang's Memory Land has the red color of the Central Highlands, a river flowing along the country, and highlights of Hanoi, Hue, and Saigon. In Memory Land, the love of you and me is the boat that Phu Quang takes us to join in the immense love - the love of our homeland and country.

My friend, a lecturer at a university in Hanoi, once said: "Brother, in the cold of Hanoi, I feel stronger". There are also times when I regret: "Hanoi is not as cold as when I was a child". I know, she is missing it when she is torn between the hustle and bustle of work, such as defense councils, theses, dissertations, online meetings, arguments and uneasy silences!

It seems that in me, Hanoi is still pristine - the old quarter, West Lake, ..., Hanoi of 36 streets. Phu Quang's songs are like prayers for me, for you, for everyone to have moments of peace. On a flight from Vinh to Hanoi, on Christmas, I and you wandered around the old quarter during Christmas, when we said goodbye, Phu Quang's melody came from the car's music player, you mentioned it but it was like you weren't mentioning it, you talked to me but it was like you were talking to yourself, you talked to the present and the empty days that followed: "Honey, tomorrow Hanoi will have the Northeast monsoon".

Wandering in the winter afternoon of Hanoi,The harmony of Hanoi and you. Following that melody, it brings me back to the emotions filled with many levels during the seven years of studying here. Strangely reminiscent of the time wandering around Hanoi in the winter, the time walking alone in the fading sunlight of Hanoi in the afternoon, and the time sitting at a Book cafe, leisurely by Hoan Kiem Lake, ..., the distant winter afternoon of Hanoi.

Many of Phu Quang's songs have You. You of trees, leaves, flowers; You of autumn mornings, winter afternoons; You of lullabies, leaves; You of me, a stormy life.

But above all, you are the voice of my heart, the sobbing within.Not because of the fall.

Musician Lam Phuong with Autumn through Autumn Sorrow, "the person carrying longing leaves leaves to leave from here", "the forest still changes leaves, but love is still not there", "no need to love so much, we will still be apart".

Like Truong Sa in the songAutumn in the rain, "since you've been gone, my name has been lost in the days and months, but on warm spring days I can call you my love."

We see a Phu Quang who is both familiar and strange. Through his love songs, he depicts You - in us, in people, in everyone, in the earth and sky.

White snowflakes, rows of white poplars, like your white, my coldness beside Phu Quang's memories.

Snowflakes mourned him, the cold winter sky of Hanoi cried to see him off, the wind of the Central Highlands blew sadly... to say goodbye to him.

Go in peace, Phu Quang!