
Illustration by: Van Nguyen
I still have the eyes of Ca Mau
golden moonlit nights under the mangrove trees
I was still sitting there washing my feet when the water ran dry.
I love you, I will love you for a lifetime.
I still have the voice of the underworld.
It grew by sheltering the melaleuca blossoms.
Don't tie the string, my dear, in the traditional Vietnamese folk song style.
I drift on a strand of hair
because the village was born from the sea.
So we'll make each other's lives bitter.
I still have one conical hat brim.
How many times did the pain subside when I leaned on the bed?
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