The Cycle O’ Life and Death
i’ve been strolling around for many years.
where would I be ended up?
i would be like a patch of cloud
which is wandering away and eventually vanished
at the unknown
flies away from its branch;
it always goes back to its roots.
would i be the same?
when i am out of here,
i’d go back
i originally came from.
it’s my forever sweet home
where i’ll take a hot bath and a good rest
then i stay for awhile to recharge my energy;
before i‘d be drifted again to another world
through an endless cycle
Thảo Chương Trần Quốc Việt