Ask you how you're doing out there? 

Are your cheeks still rosy, rosy like cherry blossoms? 

Are your eyes still sea-green? 

Is your smile still as beautiful as the moon? 

Ask you if the old tunes and songs are still resounding, 

filled with laughter and joy? 

Or is it a quiet room at night, 

leaving under the hot sun and returning in the rainy evening?

Is there no place for a boat to dock by the Perfume River?

Does the palace still have golden butterfly flowers? 

Or is it her old small footprints still intact

when that beauty stepped onto the boat to get married across the river? 

In this place, there are four scorching seasons, my love. 

The wind rising high, engulfing the four corners of the sky. 

The old path so far away.

The drifting evening clouds beckon nostalgic feelings.

In the coming days, the road to Hue awaits. 

Together we will light up the flower lanterns. 

Why be sad about our love? 

Please never forget, my love. 

Tomorrow, come back. 

Together we will light up the moon. 

Where is the sadness of our relationship? 

Will you ever forget our love?

Will you ever forget our love?

Will you ever forget our love?

Translated by Vuong Thanh