New Year's Eve yellow flower path

Illustration: Van Nguyen

Find a wind to follow back to memories
Only see vast white reeds in late winter afternoon
December rain lingers through the deserted alley
Knowing that my mother is waiting for me with white hair on the New Year's Eve street

My hometown in my youth, the shadow of the tower is still in the distance.
Wandering in a foreign land, playing the lonely tune of Bài Chòi
Streams dry up the feet and mountains wear down the eyes
The debt of gratitude is lost in the passing of time.

Please come back to the day far from the late sunny station
The late night train trembles with the call of the changing seasons
The sad-looking traveler from childhood hangs out his old clothes
Suddenly heard yellow flowers awakening on the old moonlight path.

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/loi-hoa-vang-tat-nien-tho-cua-le-thieu-nhon-185250103140014482.htm