Illustration: Van Nguyen

I come back to visit the old poetic sky
There are vows and wishes
Thin shirt not worn by flood water
Dreams are getting old, you know...

Honey if you go back there
Is the river still green and clear?
A time of curtains behind the window
The old mark is tilted, heavy with sadness.

The skinny bird's wings fly forever
Yeah, bumpy all over the clouds
A daydreaming by the water
Suddenly saw the shadow of a drunk guy...

Clouds on the horizon of spring dawn
Thuy Duong shy curved lips
Are you going out this afternoon?
I wish the street was empty and the market was not crowded.