You (II)
Lưu Quang Vũ

You did not walk out from a muted mirror
Nor from a boat in my memories
Nor from a dream nor a river nor a bright canopy
You walk out from a day in many lived days of my life
When dawn comes, the sound of sweeping broom,
A coal-dusted sidewalk, a fruit store, iced drinks stalls,
Soldiers waiting for their train, broken brick houses
You hanging the rain jacket on the wall
You stepping through the door, you sitting at the table,
Your shadow dances, nights no…