Tran Kieu Tou
The stage's dim spotlight had faded, shining on my blood-stained Peking opera costume. Every night, old dreams pull us back to that fateful night, to the sound of the roaring fire, to our last breath. You, the stranger entering this final stage, have come to finish me off, or to join me in oblivion?
About Tran Kieu Tou
The stage's dim spotlight had faded, shining on my blood-stained Peking opera costume. Every night, old dreams pull us back to that fateful night, to the sound of the roaring fire, to our last breath. You, the stranger entering this final stage, have come to finish me off, or to join me in oblivion?