Hoàng Tử Bé

Little Prince, hey little!

Are you somewhere or still with me?

I once wrote about you, my angel,

But I've lost the poetry even in my memory.

I am bad, aren’t I?

What we thought was crazy pragmatism

From grown-ups who have been children,

Now I'm just like them, no difference.

Sorry, I’m really sorry,

Everything crashed and knocked me down.

I didn't dare to dream in reality,

Then it was you whom I forgot about.

Do you still love your own Rose?

Do you still keep taking care of Her?

Are you still happy with what you chose?

Hope you’re all okay in the future.

I suddenly remembered you with shame,

I have my own rose, we're the same, 

The “Musical Rose” has not been claimed,

But everything I did was just blame.

Now I really want to show it to you,

That I am already truly chasing my “Musical Rose”.

Thank you for being my lovely childhood,

To keep me from losing my self-compose.

My “Musical Rose” will be taken care of,

With meaningful lyrics and beautiful melodies.

With compassion from my love,

And just like you, with constancy.

Thanks again, Little Prince!

I want to show you to the world,

Not to brag about my reading,

But grateful to you more than ever.