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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | Mothers (134)

We will never grow old in sight of our mother. The tears of sadness and joy lingers as salt pools in the corner of her eyes in the days of tomorrow.

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

Trong mắt mẹ chúng ta sẽ còn nhỏ mãi. Khi buồn hay vui bao giọt lệ rơi đều sẽ đọng mặn ở nhụy mắt của mẹ trong những ngày mai.

We will never grow old in sight of our mother. The tears of sadness and joy lingers as salt pools in the corner of her eyes in the days of tomorrow.

May 4th, 2016

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

There's magic in translating a body of work from one language to another.

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