By If you can’t find a promise for yourself, you can’t turn your back on the field and turn your back on the river
where there have never been tears, the bird in the tree knows the oath
since when did the old sacrificial seasons go away?
I don’t know where to look to find the fairy when holding my mid-autumn festival
Everyone has a role in drama life
a joy like the rain and sun of the day
If you can’t sing for me alone, what is the saddest song?
Then come back, the image is like a river
If you can’t find the old season, you will also go to the fields
lying in the grass
If I can’t find a fairy, my Mid-Autumn Festival will also find the wind
the wind finds the partitions…
but the yellow ants are gone now
Where are the gardens, the shadow of the bird’s eggs?
I took the ancient chant to find someone to tell me the way
The relics of the past, why don’t you return to your nostalgia…
Writing from Nguyen Thanh Hai:
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