If one day you return to that place.

Seeing the sunny street, will you miss me?

Remember the busy crossroads where you took me home?

Remember my giggling laughs when I sat behind your back. 

If one afternoon, you dream about sitting at the old shop

Waiting for the coffee to be brewed, will you miss me?

The love mark of the day shimmering in the sunshine.

On the dry leaves, a voice broke out softly.

Many years later, you’ll likely still remember

There was a hand being held within a hand.

Remember the small room so cozy and warm

And the day that I nestled in your arms.

Will we wait for each other as the months and years passed?

Season after season, we became farther and farther apart.

Do the blooming flowers at noon ever remind you 

of me, and of my lips when we used to be ... together.  

Translated by Vuong Thanh, 2023