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
The poem is stuck in my heart, my friend.
I gather my love and memories full and empty
Reserved as a souvenir of a time together
Where is the sail going?
The yellow chrysanthemum of first love, and here...
Truong Quang Thu
