Đá/Stone
Qua đại lộ, khói thuốc vờn trần,
Cành hoa giấy, ngỡ quỳnh đêm ấy.
Through the boulevard, smoke dances above,
Veiling the ceiling like shadows of doves.
Paper flowers feign the bloom of night,
Mistaken for beauty in the dim streetlight.
Dưới cao ốc,