GOOD-BYE
“In
the Lyon Station’s yellow light
I held my tears to hold your
hands tight
Whatever I said were now too
late...”
(from
the musical piece “Seeing You Off”)
Since
I left Paris City
Has
the Seine whispered my name?
The
night station’s lights were misty, bitty;
And my kiss I left beyond the endgame.
How
I miss you, lips warming lips;
Arms
clung tight, but love then got lost!
Your
image on the platform in eclipse
That
once left my heart sorrow-mossed...
Vietnamese poem by NGÔ BÍCH LAN
English translation by THANH-THANH