by THONG BA LE

A creation of MINHTHONG.NET

In the night, my country was falling apart, with desperate sorrows in my heart, I stood silently by and just watched

the quick disappearance of my poor motherland

In my dream, I leaned over the cliff, looking straight down on waves so swift... Far away a ship sails the sea to find the memories of mine in the mist

In the cloud, I fly into the past, over the ocean that once my ship passed; and the mountains, the islands, the rivers

to see people who are now so sad

In my soul, I travel through the time, with the moon hanging brilliant in the sky.

I can see the land I have lost on the far horizon of my mind

In my heart, “the far away land” to be the mother, the father and the sea, the mountain, the river and the tropic sun that nourishes my life, my love overseas

by THONG BA LE

A creation of MINHTHONG.NET