Youth once stuck to the island

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I heard the story about you
The librarian in Truong Sa island district at that time
Youth, innocent as grapefruit flowers
Your voice and smile soften the sun and wind of the training ground

Now meet me here in the poplar land
The shoulder of the shirt is full of stars, so attractive
Navy color is soft and strong
Over forty, the spring afternoon is more charming

For more than twenty years I was a marine.
Sending youth to the island
The library is filled with laughter because of your kindness and generosity.
The soldier misses home less, turning the pages of the book with you

Memories flood back... drunk on conversation
I suddenly felt tears welling up as I looked towards the island.
Remember that night the dew wet my shoulders
Waiting for husband to return from Truong Sa
Your ship is very close but the wind and waves are lingering.

I miss the passionate days
Books, lecture halls and being a sailor
Twinkling sacred and simple stars
Me and the library every day give wings to dreams...