To the Land of Cherry Blossoms | 

Ai Lên Xứ Hoa Đào

Author: Hoàng Nguyên | A Water-Moon Presentation

verse 1:

I visit the land of cherry blossom,

watching the sun setting by the lake.

Feeling a slight chill

 in a spring evening

of gently floating clouds.

Wind-song of pine trees by the quiet stream;

The color of spring in her sea-blue eyes –

to fill one's heart with verse.

I hear my soul dreaming of an Enchanted Fairyland,

so beautiful like the story of olden times.

verse 2:

Who visits the land of cherry blossom,

don't forget to follow the flowered path.

Blossoms falling gently by her side,

gracing her rosewood sandals.

I watch butterflies and flowers

then to dream of romance and love.

My heart feeling light, floating on mist,

until the dream evaporates.

I lose myself in its beauty,

until it becomes a fading memory.

verse 3:

O the color of cherry blossom, its lovely hue of that spring day.

O the color of cherry blossom, like the rosy lips of my love.

O the color of cherry blossom – how many times because of it,

had the poet-traveler stop his wandering feet to admire.

verse 4:

Who visits the land of cherry blossom,

don't forget to bring home a flower branch.

To ease my dreaming heart from longing each evening

when gazing at the clouds drifting far away…

I have returned home quite some time ago,

but my heart still in longing, in longing….

Years have passed,

yet love still lingers in my heart.

Gazing at the mist,

I see the color of her silky cheek

in drifting cherry blossoms.