Từ thân màu nâu cằn cỗi đến những chiếc áo lá lấp lánh
From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds
from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom…It was like a flute song forgotten in another existence and remembered again. What? How? Why? This singing she heard that had nothing to do with her ears. The rose of the world was breathing out smell. It followed her through all her waking moments and caressed her in her sleep.