Love Fair / Chợ Tình

I followed you to the love fair.

The mountains brought white clouds, waiting for me to buy.

The love fair had a few spread-out grass tents.

Feeling empty, I suddenly wanted to write a love poem. 

If someday, I can no longer follow your shadow,

there would still be the white clouds for me to reminisce about you.

There’s no karmic debt or predestined love between us.

Just a stranger but why does my heart feel so unsettled.

Round and round the bumpy creek trail you walked,

I followed you but you do not know.

You went to the love fair this morning.

Why not buy a little passionate love home?...

A little love of white clouds over mountains and rivers,

to dissolve the cloudy mood of the love fair.

You went to the market earlier today.

My heart from now on is like a drifting white cloud.