So long a quiet day return ...

Hanoi, night, city and wind. Repeat the cycle of life. Drift and change.

I, night, city and wind. Circumnavigate immortal rhythm called "Emotion of the night" or perhaps "Memoirs City - wind and romance."

The day long, drifting gently, indifferent timer suspended? Vague.

 

 

The children named Wind.

Hanoi became his. The wind was fresh and airy to go, is pleased suddenly came under emotional upset. The wind was wild romantic adventures in the land of sky blue, dark-green background, and put a question mark in the hearts of passersby.

Lying on green grass background, gently rolling waves of the lake water. The winds leisurely swing with pale sunshine, evil evil purple diving.

Around, people who are playing, dating grip. And there are men between the crossroads, stomping steps to stop disorientation between chaos.

And the wind, hovering between the gray space. Sunset, the wind gently wrapped around the left sunshine, purple hybrid.

Rhythm. Live music, symphony summer, the bass note change heart rhythm, the bass note of the new season brings love. The bass note carries emotional line of vehicles, the music of the communications space.

 

 

And I called City

Always cover, wind attachment astray, never to smile on the lips disappear and never let tears fall down her cheeks.

Gentle, delicate under the blue sky. Street whispering melodies, forget his fever was still 40 degrees. Sky, the wind, the trees that line, desperate to protect the city, ruined.

Government and red tile roof moss, wet tears street scenes look sad, lonely. The leaves fall gently like tears, torn stomach pain. To Need.

Maybe so, but when night falls lead, purple, faded, eldest array horizon deep sadness. Street sweeping into the heart of darkness, facing the night sky twinkling stars, the moon hanging waning, gently deep hollows. City of peace lies not pure darkness, hidden deep sadness nameless and unknown never touched bottom. Tears swallow inside, backflow.

The street stretches that are heavy, I was still standing in the city trying to endure the night ...

And it is also known to cry, cry of pain when people know touching wounds, injuries who knows when suddenly going the street, but do not know where the wind tugged a desert. Soul City as peace and quiet night, rain night cravings satisfied nostalgia, craving spring rain rolled over and tried to hide the sadness mi, gently wiped the tears hit the glass pane. Know love, know and Trade, said the pain and sadness know.

In the old days, when I was very young. City also has many dreams like everyone, fly away, fly high and get complete happiness. But now, knowing life is finite, not live forever, nothing immortal.

But I did find out something is perfect ... 
It's memories, memories 
and love she spring sunlight, 
Showers and welcome summer crickets sound, 
fragile soul, yellow light Sunday afternoon sad end collected 
east of Hay moments in the attic.

To exist. All existing color with faint recollection.

Love, City, wind can ever change? 
Is waiting, and trust.