South Central Coastal Vietnam
Damp young eyes, sky over old gatherings
A deserted hill, a blue dress no longer blue
Rushing, I see myself as a vagabond
Telling stories by lamplight, a fading moon
From cold mountain to sea, forever silent
this stony crest, those salt grains haven’t dissolved
Smile in the sunlight: how quickly a day passes
— Tuệ Sỹ
