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Holding you in the rain of memory

Some rainy evenings fall upon old harbors,
The river moves in silence, slow and deep.
I sit alone, remembering someone distant,
While waves within my heart whisper your name.

In the Mekong land, coconut palms lean softly,
A little bridge curves like a fading memory.
A distant song drifts over fields of reeds,
And for a moment, I imagine you are near.

I have walked through seasons of sun and rain,
Tasted life’s sweetness, bitterness, and pain.
Now I understand what love is truly made of:
Not promises, but hands that stay through storms.

If you ask me why I still remember,
I may smile, with no words to explain.
Some truths are understood only by the heart,
Beyond the reach of language or refrain.

I cannot promise you a fairy-tale kingdom,
Nor paint the heavens with distant stars.
I only wish, when weariness finds you,
To be the one who listens to your heart.

Let us walk through every changing season,
Without grand vows for the world to admire.
A cup of tea, a rain-soaked porch,
A gentle glance can warm the coldest night.

You know, the rain will never last forever;
Clear skies return, and sunlight finds the door.
Yet sometimes memories choose to linger,
Like the fragrance of blossoms in your hair.

If someday we should meet again by chance,
Among the crowds or by our hometown stream,
Do not ask whether I still hold affection;
Let falling rain recall our shared dream.

For love is not a chain that binds two people,
Nor is it ownership of another soul.
Love means giving each other room to blossom,
While keeping a little sky within the heart.

I long to write a song in gentle rhythm,
A melody that makes a listener pause.
A lonely guitar beside the window,
A vọng cổ phrase that travels through the night.

If tears should fall, you need not hide them;
Sometimes a tender tear can heal the soul.
We are not weak because our hearts are grieving;
It means our hearts still know how to feel.

I will hold you—not with storms of longing,
But with a truth that time cannot erase.
Though years may lead our lives along two pathways,
I wish you peace beneath the endless sky.

And if one day you find your way back to me,
Bring no sorrow from the years gone by.
Just sit beside me, listen to the river;
I’ll pour the tea, and we will talk awhile.

For what I treasure most in this life’s journey
Is not a promise that two lives must stay;
But that two souls, once meeting in the distance,
Have left a quiet light along the way.