Silent Love / U Tình
by Vũ Hoàng Chương

I know you since you were twelve

I begin loving you when your hair

start curling around your shoulders.

The months and days gone by so quickly

It has already been six years

My love for you, you don't yet understand.

"Not yet" means "no", oh dear.

You really trust me

You also have a lot of affection for me

But your trust and affection

Is not Love.

That indifferent heart

had never felt melancholy because of me.

And I also never yield my pride

to beg for your love.

Thus, the silent tears

wetted the pages of my life. 

Dissolving past hopes,

smearing the future. 

My heart gradually drinks up

the last drop of Love.

What's left of it: 

An aftertaste of ennui.

Yesterday, Love died

I buried it.

I cried 'cause burying it

is burying Love for my whole life.

But I don't dig a grave,

I don't cover it with earth like others do.

I also don't buy burial clothes,

or a burial casket.

I only bury Love

with bitter sorrow.

Piece by piece

in these verses!

One beautiful spring day,

basked in a couple's happy love,

by chance, would you remember

a friend of bygone times.

Hope that you will pick up,

even if your hands are indifferent,

pick up for him

the broken pieces of of a lonely, silent Love.

Please join the pieces together and with compassion.

Store it in a grave

even in the narrowest place

inside your loving heart...