Good-Bye Poem by Thanh-Thanh NhuanLe

"In the Lyon Station's yellow light
Iheld my tears to hold your hands tight
Whatever I said were now too late..."
(from the musical piece "Seeing You Off")


Since I left Paris City

Has the Seine whispered my name?

The night station's lights were misty, bitty;

And my kiss I left beyond the endgame.



How I miss you, lips warming lips;

Arms clung tight, but love then got lost!

Your image on the platform in eclipse

That once left my heart sorrow-mossed...