Buzz
1. Dalat, the Beloved City
Author: Tran Tuan Anh
Quietly watching the falling rain..
Longing for the distant figure..
Birds chirping like a love song..
Longing for the days...waiting and lingering
Longing for the distant city..
High hills..wind blowing, mist drifting..
Remembering someone with gentle stature..
Sincerely, I utter wandering words of love
Remembering each other for so long..
Whose heart truly understands..the calling of love?
High mountains, pink mist..
Quietly missing you..your lips sweet
Autumn evening, wind blowing by the porch..
Dew falls, wetting the peaceful porch.
Your soft hair, a lingering touch..
The church bell calls for whom?
Weary feet count steps in longing..
Tying flowers, waiting..watching and inviting.
Dalat, oh Dalat...people in distant lands..
Make me lament the love between us..
2. Dreamy Dalat and Flowers
Author: Hoang Thanh Tam
Taking you for a stroll amidst the misty streets
The wind whispers as the clouds gently sway
Dalat, the mountainous city this evening
Golden flowers spread their fragrant scent along the path.
Wild sunflowers boast their yellow hue
Lilies bloom, signaling the arrival of autumn
Purple pansies royally adorned
Mount Cu sways in the golden sunlight, whispering through the pines.
Cam Ly waterfall cascades over the mountain pass
Langbiang reminisces about the humble village, the flower garden
Mist hangs, white clouds abound
The colors of Dalat, a dreamy, varied bouquet of flowers.
Love murmurs its faithful vows
Lake Xuan Huong recalls the highlands endlessly
Dalat owes its fate to Dalat
Dalat, its scent and colors tilting towards Saigon.
9. Twilight in Dalat
Author: Duy Son
Beneath the aged pines, as twilight descends, I ponder upon fallen leaves and withered blooms. Faces turn away, clouds hastily drift by. Amidst the solitude, a solitary question lingers: Should I continue forward or pause my journey here?
10. A Sudden Day of Longing
Author: Nguyễn Ngọc Hùng
Rolling hills, tiled roofs, endless slopes, an uncharted path. Hurried steps echo amidst the valley of Love, yet where does it reside? Tonight, the city streets are cold and unfamiliar, bustling with vibrant hues. A quaint shop, a purple phoenix tree leaning gently, fatefully reconnects us. Whose smile resembles a falling star in the depths of their eyes? Hair veils softly grace the streets on this gentle night, startling my heart with your sudden presence. Once, did you appear so unexpectedly? Ho Xuan Huong, fleeting and mystical, what dreams flood so innocently? You, bashful in your delicate attire, fearing my future regret. Unable to carry the night of Dalat with me, I depart with memories, bitter and sweet, as the mournful purple phoenix tree suddenly sheds its blossoms...
