First-born Flower in April

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I'm a tiny flower hasn't bloomed, losing my soul in Mekong. Sometimes,wandering on Saigon, i'd start thinking if i will have my day. April rain on my blonde hairs, i'm anchored in the beauty of Vietnamese. Unyoking the wound deep down,feel the breeze from the very tender touch of your whispers. Maybe fate will divide us apart, you're just a transient who falls for my youth. But i still strive to grow up,against love's death, boat on my heart river,shot by you,i want to dart. In the middle of April,now i bloom, bees and butterflies sing for my miracle. away from you,could you not turn back? Let me see you last time in Apple-like season. As time goes by,my passion gets strong. Have to say lucky to encounter you in Vietnam. "Lover"i write by the window,listen to the memory quietly,do you still hold my gem? This is a poem about Marguerite Duras who is the French Novelist,born in 4th,April,1914,in Saigon,Vietnam.Her favorite novel is "The Lover" that told a story about how she met a rich Vietnamese man and fell in love with him.But because of the racism,they finally separated. Do you ever read "The Lover" of Marguerite Duras?What will you do if you and your lover have to be apart under the stress of the racism?