Oh, my dear / À ơi...

Oh, my dear...

the singing by your side, 

but it sounds as if 

coming from another sky.

In the far horizon, gentle clouds drifting,

how can they calmly endure the time of parting?

Oh, my dear, of what does the wind sing

to make rocks and pebbles 

nestle against each other?

The sound of evening, restless, 

as if it yearns for something.

the poet’s soul continuously with vibrant colors painting.

Oh, my dear, 

birds dream of a life of wandering,

I return, sitting by the riverbank,

hearing its melody arising from the serene blue.

Far away, 

sweet fruits and blossoms blooming for this world.

But It’s just a little fragrance , 

of boundless sincerity that I offer.