15:57, 27/11/2023
Then we return to gather the clouds into our memories.
The flamboyant blossoms of the flame tree still shine brightly in the schoolyard.
The white shirt is just like the one we wore back in school.
The dust of years past has settled on my weathered hair.
This is the stone bench where teenagers used to meet in the afternoons.
A love poem anxiously awaits.
The rain has come, but why haven't you arrived?
Tamarind leaves fall and are arranged coldly to spell out the word "lonely"!
Let's turn back the pages of old diaries.
My friend, where are you?
The purple ink suddenly recoiled in shock.
A classroom comes to mind, bustling and lively...
Let's sit together in that room from all those years ago.
The chalkboard erases the sorrows.
"Functions," "roots" echoing faintly from memory.
"A sad resonance, why does it ache and throb in my heart?"
Let me weep under the summer horizon.
The image of my former teacher still lingers, his smiling lips faintly visible.
Forgetting the teachings can sometimes lead to our downfall.
Where is the sunshine for the students?
I miss my twenties so much...
Thanh Trac Nguyen Van
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