Nostalgia
My old age, like a leaf,
Flies along with the chilly wind
At the end of autumn.
Life drifts unstably,
Mixing in endless sorrow.
Day by day, I live alone
In a great deserted silence.
Night by night I sleeplessly dream
About my old land
All life’s aspects seem to be in the destiny
Of flowing clouds and drifting water lilies
There have been so many separations,
But there have been more limited unions.
Love and remembrance,
How can I appease?
It is too far, far out of reach!
I would like to be a sunny seed
In the fresh country of yellow pines
I would like to be a drop of water
Dissolving in the heart of lake Xuan Huong
June 19th, 2003
