Missing Autumn
(Baonghean) - Knowing it's too far away
Waiting for each other for several autumns in vain
The boat goes cold and deserted on the river bank
The poem is stuck in my heart, my friend.
I gather my full and empty memories
Reserved as a souvenir of a time together
Where is the sail going?
The golden chrysanthemum of first love, and here...
Truong Quang Thu
