I'm coming home in June...

Tran Thanh Thoa

I came home in June, exam season.

Holding hands, the gentle phoenix wings fall sideways.

The wind playfully tosses the pages of the pristine green notebook.

The shimmering purple ink of youthful days

 

It seems like the dust is drifting around.

My eyes well up with tears, filled with sorrow.

Look in the white school uniform

Where has that figure from the past gone?

 

I return in June, folk songs

Dreamy verses are sent into the blue sky.

The cicadas chirp incessantly on the branches.

The fallen crape myrtle blossoms become a memory of the past.

 

Once upon a time, we walked in the rain.

Words of affection exchanged hastily, just enough to ease the longing.

Her eyes lowered, a faint tremor running through them.

A rainbow painted by someone against a pink sky.

 

I return to the vastness of June.

Hearing the sounds of the south, I yearn to call out your name...

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