There are things that seem simple.

A cup of coffee to greet you each morning. 

Like a wish exchanged at a new day’s beginning.

Sometimes a bosom friend found only when past youth’s prime.

And a cup of coffee appears to be a plain thing.

But sometimes it can ignite an old extinguished dream. 

The sweet drop of coffee , on the tongue, melted.

It’ll warm the heart when we’re away from each other.

Separate ways, but fragrance of our friendship will last forever.

Who can predict the forks in life?

Have coffee together with warm affection.

Sadness there will be when a drop leaves another drop.

The long road of life continues, footsteps still tread.

Etched in my heart memories of a few places faraway.

Each drop silently calls out the name of an old friend.

And the last drop stirs up memories faded long ago.

This cup of coffee, I solicitously invite you to drink. 

To imbue the soul with simple happiness,

and to savor the exchanged honey sweetness.

It’s a small sip of warm love

in the silent midst of boundless affection.

Translated by Vuong Thanh, 07.23