lol..cool then i guess

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

Son Huynh