Originally posted on SONGNGUTAITRAM: By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm You don’t remember her weeping like the rain… . in the middle of the (Northern) winter gale she’s up late her throat was sore and her voice raspy like a bone was stuck in her throat . she called you, it…
Lê Vĩnh Tài | no. 2:10 – You don’t remember her weeping like the rain…
So deep & meaningful.
