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-pityPhu 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, Hanoi's sister, making us absorb it deeply into our consciousness.

And then, in the blurring and flashing of memories, of afternoon and dusk, we are achingly unable to 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 ghostly soul, the unique features of Phu Quang.

“The northeast monsoon is chilly, a few yellow autumn leaves have fallen, this afternoon also left me....”, signs that whether you are in love, have loved, 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 between 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 it was 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 town, West Lake, ..., Hanoi of 36 streets. Phu Quang's songs are like prayers for me, for me, for everyone to have moments of peace. On a flight from Vinh to Hanoi, on Christmas, I and she wandered the old town during Christmas, when saying goodbye, Phu Quang's melody came from the car's music player, she mentioned it but it was like she was not mentioning it, she said it to me but it was like she was talking to herself, she said it to the present and the empty days that followed: "Honey, tomorrow Hanoi will have the Northeast monsoon".

Wandering winter afternoon in Hanoi,The harmony of Hanoi and you. Following that melody, it brings me back to the emotions filled with the range of seven years studying here. It strangely reminds me of the time I wandered around Hanoi in the winter, the time I walked alone in the fading Hanoi afternoon, the time I sat at a Book cafe, leisurely by Hoan Kiem Lake, ..., the distant winter afternoon in Hanoi.

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

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

Or like Truong Sa in the songAutumn in the Rain, "since you've been gone, my name has been left alone, but on warm spring days I can call you 'I love you'."

We see a Phu Quang that 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!