CHIỀU VÀNG HỒ NÚI LE
Golden Afternoon at Nui Le Lake
I pause my steps as evening falls, Faint sunbeams cling to distant hills. The silver lake in silence sprawls, As drifting smoke the valley fills.
The hyacinths bloom a vibrant green, At heaven's edge, the clouds drift free. My soul finds peace, a quiet scene, As falling dew drops soft on me.
Does the departed still recall, Whose shoreless boat drifts through it all?


