The moon was waiting long as I was
There is a sound late at night
The nostalgia, the expectation is freezing like the cold porch outside
The night was sunk, why hasn't my hands been warm yet?
- Le Thi Kim
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Trăng đã mỏi như ta đã mỏi
Có tíêng gì khuya khoắt trong đêm
Nỗi nhớ mong cóng lạnh mái hiên
Đêm đã lụn sao tay mình chưa ấm?
- Lê Thị Kim
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