from Truong Tien bridge
When I was a child, my mom would often take me along on her cargo trips.
Whenever we passed over a bridge, I'd look down at the deep green river below.
As a little one, I'd often ask my mom, what is this bridge called?
"This is Truong Tien bridge," she'd reply.
Truong Tien has witnessed my growing up.
As years go by, sometimes I cry secretly.
Because of loneliness after each love
Or because of worries about making a living...
I cross from Truong Tien bridge to the Phu Xuan bridge again.
That New Year's Eve, Dad took me across the bridge to watch the fireworks.
The bridge was bustling, I nestled in Dad's arms.
Later, my dad passed away, I still drove alone...
Passing Truong Tien bridge.
Truong Tien has witnessed my growing up.
As years go by, sometimes I cry secretly.
Because of loneliness after each love
Or because of worries about making a living...
I cross from Truong Tien bridge to the Phu Xuan bridge again.
At twenty, I often took her across the bridge when the winter wind blew.
Behind me, she gently held me for a long time.
This winter, it's come again, but I'm still driving alone...
Across Truong Tien bridge.
Truong Tien has witnessed my growing up.
As years go by, sometimes I cry secretly.
Because of loneliness after each love
Or because of worries about making a living...
I cross from Truong Tien bridge to the Phu Xuan bridge again.
A journey where I grew up...
Whether joyful or sorrowful
I've recorded the whole journey.
Some stayed, some left...
Sometimes I'm so alone when I hum this song.
You must be truly happy!
Whenever you feel sad, just come back...
And cross Truong Tien bridge...
