You set forth on life through the highway, me the alley I recalled my then love confession, your then rejection I recalled that night's ride, just a lone passenger in sight Heavy heart through relief-tinged, a smile at last, I recalled Guess I have you to thank for all I've been through Your memory is my keepsake, with which I'll never parti But for a thing to hold dear, I fear my heart would turn arid Conceive of you as a Nuwa able to mend my chipped soul Oftentimes I set off alone in quest of greenery Reminisce about the olden days having slipped through my fingers Hardly pondering, I don't wish for a lucky streak A few bygone sorrow somehow surface anew this afternoon I still jam out to Thời Trống Vắng or Kiếp Ve Sầu Budding dreams, like the lush green canopies over my head Love is inherently simple, like a vegan steamed bun Rather kindle a small flame than keep seeking to pluck a passing star Đen Vâu