A creation of MINHTHONG.NET Music: Once Upon A Time The West Andre Rieu and his Orchestra
Tears blur my eyes in the moonlit night, as two shooting stars go flashing by like the ones I saw thirty two years ago, aboard a fishing boat carrying people as cargo.
I came here with empty hands. I traveled along lakes, beaches and riverbanks, across green meadows of this vast country watching sunsets and sunrises from the horizon at sea.
I wandered through forests, jungles, over mountaintops, as drenched leaves, heavy with raindrops wetting everything underneath, strain and twist and undulate like a soul in pain, dripping tears, as the keening wind blows and carries away memories as they flow.
I wondered, then had only began to know, my kind of pain that endured and I was too full of sorrows, awakening in many night, waiting for tomorrow, thinking of what must be done for my future.
There were times when remembering of the past would have not enough. Times my restless spirit need an ocean for inspiring not the river serene and simple as such.
My soul is still longing for the old country that dominated by skeletons, ghosts and memory by a war after another war, and that pain always stays with me.
Who am I? A castle built in the sand? A ghost of the past? A lost memory bank? The shadow of my life follows me always and finally sets me free in the wonder land… far away I worship in my sadness; I pray for some goodness, happiness and more.
A creation of MINHTHONG.NET by Thong Ba Le Music: Once Upon A Time The West Andre Rieu and his Orchestra