Not a rose bud Not the morning dew It’s not a dream that just woke up I knew the most fragile thing It’s love It’s love, baby! Love Just in the morning, the sun is shining Overcast the intense afternoon rain We were just running around looking for each other… I just hit you… … Like a storm coming It was like a wave hitting the shore, the wave went back to the sea. It’s not me – it’s not heaven Not a sunset cloud Suddenly pink… suddenly purple… I hold love like a child holds a crystal cup Slightly awkward is… that’s all… disappear. *** I pray – not now And when the hair is gray When the hair is gray When I’ve gone through the storm – storm – sea – shore Still leaning on my shoulder A love that is not lost… Comments When realizing the fragility of love, love is no longer there. Maybe, only in nostalgia, dream or regret. The more years go by, the more people feel the strange fragility of love. What’s as great as love? What is more fragile than love? Poem Going through the years Do Trung Quan’s is built on two lines of emotions and thoughts. One side is the fragility of love, more than the sky, the morning dew. One side is the desire (not now) for a love that is “not lost” when we go through the storms – storms – sea – shore. Poetry lies in the rhythm with a bit of play, melancholy and contemplative tone of someone who must have seen love disappearing through his age a couple of times. However, the most poetic part lies at the intersection of those two emotional lines. It is a shade of anxiety mixed with dream and hope.

Carefree waves erase The bird sends a song to the blue sky The wind brings into nothingness *** I’m noisy, sad, happy, sea biển Silently know who to send I haven’t cried yet, it’s already salty I’m not happy that the waves have melted *** The wind caressed the long silky hair Blue beach with love sign Blurry mountains look silver sea Clouds fly over the waves of thousands of years *** Looking for the footprints of the past The sea lullabies a white lullaby I met me in a frozen seashell Oh dear heaven and earth… Comments The general feeling of the poem is the nothingness, the dissolution of all things into the immense heaven and earth. Footprints in the sand, the song of the blue sky, the sign of love, happiness or sadness, noise or silence, like a wild song on the white tide. The perception of brevity and nothingness evokes in us thoughts of existence. Perhaps, standing in front of the blue mountains and the silver sea, one can see most clearly the smallness of human life. Where do we cry but the sea is already salty? Where am I happy that the waves have melted? Meeting yourself in a watery shell is a very suggestive image. That small heart contains the immensity of heaven and earth. Maybe it’s a consolation. On the journey to find traces of existence, the heart of the seashell shines into the sky and the shape of the sea, the blue shore, the yellow beach and the blue mountains. Does anyone hear, a sigh before nothingness!

The gate of the house is still 47C Duy Tan In front of the house gate is still the familiar blue-painted iron door and the house number plate clearly says “47C Duy Tan”. According to a person who understands about Saigon, in the past, this street was named Duy Tan, and later changed to Pham Ngoc Thach. Duy Tan Street (Saigon) has entered poetry and music with: “Duy Tan Street with long shade trees” (Pham Duy) and Trinh house still keep the old signboard as if reminiscent of a time. The collapsed where Trinh often sat to receive guests Entering the gate of the house is a picture of a long wooden collapsed with two benches that has been tinged with time. Heard, the musician often receives guests at this place. There are posters on the wall on the house wall, but Trinh’s program has a program every year, so the posster wall is hidden. Souvenir photos of Trinh On the side of the corridor leading to the living room, the owner hung commemorative pictures. From photos of Trinh in his youth to those of Trinh taken with musician Van Cao, photos taken with a group of friends, or pictures of Trinh thinking about … These photos have remained there for years and have been tinged with color over time. . Photo taken with musician Van Cao In the office, all items are still intact. It seems that Trinh has just gone somewhere a bit and will return to work. The old computer, the frayed chair with the imprint of time and many souvenirs are solemnly displayed by the owner. Not only that, throughout the house, there are many reliefs, the most impressive one is that the relief of the politician is placed at the entrance as if Trinh is still here to welcome everyone. Trinh altar And the main room in the room is the Trinh altar. On it, Trinh’s photo seems to be still pondering over his sadness. And the altar is always smoky and comfortable, and those who love Trinh visit, burning incense to commemorate the talented musician. Trinh’s self-portrait A photo of Trinh at a young age The statue was loved by Trinh Reliefs of musician Trinh Cong Son