Afternoon rain poured Saigon instead of crying; Lined up in the heart, emptiness no name ...
Afternoon Saigon, then dreamy nap, woke up suddenly looked out the window to see the rain. Rainfall somewhere cold air wafted by the end of the autumn days Startled one and themselves thin coat jacket Where to find a balance with the warmth of afternoon rain.
A flow of memories, a monthly series of happy days he came rushing back. I crouched in the cold, not cold because of the wind to drive in the rain through the door into the room where the child hit the cold from his soul. It rained one always makes me emotional tension filled, the more we make people become lonely, feeling lonely falls drop by drop remains in the frostbitten heart. I wish rushed outdoors immersed in the cold rain and then burst into tears, to escape the feeling of the slippery slope now, want to scream out loud that I miss you.
Rain, the first time he came to see me in this one rained Saigon, feeling that time till now for me it is hard to portray a word, awkward, shy, confused. Weird huh, almost every time we meet it rained, they must, for now until the rain accidentally visit back to my heart sank. An infinite space, an immense nostalgia where a billion people all over the world to this for their children to him. These days you do not just drift away slowly, lengthening days, my heart is heavy. Apart they barely saved memories of them both so well it's little reason that you hate or anger. I only fool rush charge handed out his confidence, blame him hastily brought all go out.
Rain stopped, the sky is blue again, few rays through each song has crept into the projection room window which was strewn with stars in my heart thoughts, nameless sadness. Suddenly the quiet melody of the song Angry tormented hearts lifted up somewhere: "This afternoon I overheard the news, it is said he is very happy, he really did not have much fun with that one place, that is all how expectation has faded away in the hope, the heart suddenly ached the smoke title regret for not saying words ... ". My heart sank as, wondering, "Now, you have much happiness does not he?" Sighed and smiled faintly, I felt so foolish to keep on stubbornly unilateral remember about old people. The cuts in my heart still can not heal, it's still bleeding, then spread sore when ever rains came on. Nothing of each other, each with a separate life paths but why my heart is forever lingering and waiting for a ball far away form has stepped out in the rain that white.
I'm lonely, vulnerable only want to rely on his shoulder, holding his hand, which was near him, inhaling the familiar scent of him as the next rainy day with him. Even though we live in the same city, breathe the same air, but he is now far small children can not keep his footsteps. Waiting for this moment basically just too much for his injuries. I brought him in the dream, it seems you can only comfortably beside you there. I brought his picture in mind regardless of light and dark are thinking about him and then when I saw the rain fall down broken up into small bubbles they realized that he and the other raindrops. Cold, and accidentally biting my heart.
"How to make the one who has forgotten me happy?"
