Lost You In The Rainy Season In Saigon

Tomorrow let me stop for a bit, to stop remembering, then the chains of love will fill.
Saigon this afternoon raining a lot of sadness, the road to the suburbs is even more distant, the wheelchair circle is fading. I am not in a hurry to go through the rain but slowly feel the cold, slowly sweep the empty alley to feel loneliness, solitude; to hear the breath of the old incense fluttering somewhere, very close but also very far away; to feel with the soul slowly becoming hardened with life; to listen in silence, the road is quiet, only the sound of rain. Suddenly, nostalgia continued to wander my feet by a windy riverbank. Sometimes I still come here as if I often turn the pages of memories, let myself watch the water on the passing moments of time can never be regained

. Just a while ago, but suddenly it was far away. The grass on both sides of the bank is still smooth and green and the flowers are still full of scent. The grass plays with the wind and the flowers are still fluttering and the bees and butterflies are not shy Wandering in the middle of the water are blooming hyacinths, which are also beautiful! I stood and watched the purple flowers wriggling in the wind, down the water, in the afternoon sun turned off, cramping my heart, as if meeting the old people.



My subconscious wants to find fragile things without a name in her eyes every day. I wandered, lost in the midst of all my thoughts, dared not speak. In the middle of the night dream, I found myself the last leaf on the arid tree trunk, then gently drifting into the wind that carried me flying into the sky of memories. Stay here, baby, the wind gently lulls me to a long night's sleep. There are buds of flowers sprouting here, there is love that exists, but forever forever, my hands are forever untouched, unable to feel even a slight warmth here. I still dream of the afternoons with the wind, she is like a silent shadow beside me wandering the long shady streets, her hair streaked across her lips. I have been waiting for seemingly simple things, but far away, the old appointment is also fading Will you come back or come back time? Maybe I'm just delusional myself.



Come on dreaming, just wait and keep waiting, innocent girl that day, even though it's the subconscious moments. Tomorrow let me stop for a bit, to stop remembering, then there will be chains of love filled. Like many people, I often remember when I play with.
Missing Saigon a rainy afternoon. A crowded street I hurriedly picked her up. Waiting for her round black eyes to roll with sadness Glittering eyes made her heart drop. Saigon, when it rains, do you fall in the afternoon. Who are you in the afternoon to hurry up? The round black eyes were sad in the old days.



Do you still remember me quietly this afternoon?
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