Dinh gio hu 2

On the barren hills where the wild wind screams,
I whisper your name through the breaking dawn.
My trembling hands reach across two lifetimes,
Yet never touch the warmth that once was yours.

You stand there—shadow carved in darkness,
A wound that time could never close.
Our ancient vow turned into ashes,
But its fire still burns through the shattered sky.



You walked away, carrying my heart,
Leaving me alone with storms that never sleep.
I turned to stone in the raging tempest,
But my soul still bleeds whenever I think of you.

They say love fades when torn apart,
Its colors washed by the years gone blind.
But in my night of endless thunder,
Your name ignites my spirit every time.


I’m calling you in the howling wind,
Where the world is broken into two.
Though our paths lead to distant heavens,
My wandering soul still runs toward you.

You are my torment and my salvation,
A blooming flower in a pit of sorrow.
If loving you is my damnation,
I will bear it—now and through tomorrow.



And if someday you return inside the wind,
Take my hand—even if only in a dream.
Know this: the day you slipped from me,
I was no longer the man I used to be.



I’m calling you in the howling wind,
Till my final breath turns into mist.
Though fate denied us in this lifetime,
In the next one, I’ll still search for your kiss.

You are eternity, the haunted wilderness,
The most beautiful curse I ever knew.
In the trembling roar of the storm’s lament,
I see your silhouette… coming back to me.