Seems like I still owe

My life a few journeys.

Wandering around feeling tired,

So many times... then parting...

The old path remains the same:

Back and forth each road trip. 

So many years, still the same:

Going and returning...

A cup of coffee in a café

Cigarette smoke swirling through the fingers

Used to waiting for night to turn into morning

Shoulders chilled by the autumn wind.

So many times forgetting,

Hastily returning... then hastily leaving...

What age remains in the hair

That is green with spring.....

What age remains in the hair

That is green with spring...

by Hoàng Uyển Văn

English translation by Vương Thanh