While I was chasing the golden rush of the Japanese sun on a school trip, cradled by a grace I mistook for divine, you lay where mercy didn't reach — in your bitter, muted room. Your stillness was too complete for sleep, too absolute for the world to intervene. Just close your eyes The sun is going down Mrs D told me there was nothing I could've done to keep you here — a comforting sentiment at the time, but a cold and cruel one in retrospect. How dare she assume and so easil

Besides the quirky and youthful musicality of the song, I was somewhat haunted by the echoes of ... "Đã lấy chồng chưa?" (Got a Husband...

Straddling time and truth, the narrator moves through a Vietnam both familiar and foreign, feeling both connected to and betrayed by it....