Inwardly, I wistfully unknown rains become sad or happy, just know I will see you again, despite the rain that sometimes the human concerns ... I opened the window to see a vast forest. Slight pine trees located on Ngu Binh mountain brewed a blue breaker compartment, just hanging leak the instrumental music of the heavens and the earth. You would ask me: - Standing on top of Ngu Binh looked down to see if there's all the space he? I do not know how to answer you have to, because I've never been spend some time on his meager that up there, looked down to see all your land back in the capital city where the morning dew. I pursed lips: - I have definitely up there once. I laughed: - Yeah, I always remember going to invite him. velvet-you-buy-rua-la Just inside the window, the one day I do not remember anymore, he generously donated to the sky rains I joke that rain washed leaves. By looking at the leaves in the woods I felt raindrops blew away the thick dust on the leaves clinging bold. You stupor:- I challenge you, rain or shine sad sad? I calmly: - Rain sad, happy sunshine. - Order on $, new rain fun! - Do glance. Yes, one more sunny day in rainy days, the test should always have your eyes smoke more fiber, or eyes that I vaguely: "Your eyes more sad Hue". Ngoc Lan - your name resound in my memory as a slight aroma spread, inviting scent nudges the nose rather passionate causes thick space. I never delete the phone number of anyone, because I'm afraid one day want to contact a particular voice familiar, if not their phone number means that I have to get lost in the crowd they other street east. Moreover, this is the phone number of the girl I love, with the message flow is only memories. I've lost many people because they changed their phone numbers, but you only use a single number. Occasionally when, looking at the numbers that dance, I wish you a message is a message: "I miss you", then the fear of the man next to you to read, if so I would be very worried. Crushed times I caught them paired with that guy, was a nice guy physique, face and gaze looks as good on a conference. One time I went to play, just hit the lane, the wheels wrap shirt shakes up the sad words: "Tung very jealous, and at other times he played okay." So go back and daydreaming for wind despite my proximity to them as strangers. [...] My city and small children too, the street with only a few thousand people a day walking around probably all the roads, how can I know the cafe familiar to me any time. Lonely bench in the park that I had time to my foot out to touch her ​​gaze. The leisurely day a little bit, I like to wander looking to buy old books. Hue is a large bookstore, so a lot of old books. I find books or foot drop on the old book stall in Nguyen Truong To Street, where I saw the books that I love. When visualizing a journey of old books, do not know should feel sad or happy. It was the time crawling on the stack of books to the breeze, my hand unconsciously touched my hand. So we are together, not intentionally, but not gushy apart is missed. I also love old books, old books you said no amount reduced. I hear you say wink: - If so I'll give you cause an old bookcase. I feel sad to see the dedication faded ink on yellowed book pages, I tell them flutter to the intimate relationship. Conceivably old book as a hyphen between two fates, happy life strawberries sad tank. I have a notebook to copy the dedication, it's my job to dotage about me not the slightest interest. I see those words as a keepsake. I used to buy old books gave me, on which I write these words, inscribed cute as you: "Lovers Gift Ngoc Lan", "Keep the old days" ... In my dorm room, I play for children shelves to hold the books you love. Shelves have played yesterday, today after I had taken down when you frown: - Tung asked me this bookcase come from? I'm lonely, just alone bookcase nothing terribly common, but because the two words you dare not cherish them. Invite me a coffee, I just chose the restaurant is very strange, a few guests. I'm afraid to look out the car through the city's busy, you will encounter a certain look incredible scrutiny. At times like that, are you telling me about her son, turned me on. Spare - did not know that guy gave me the roses, for you do not know once flipped the pages, but it is the same man you've learned throughout the years common to university - was with me through many sweet the same identical feeling bitter. It is a long time but it is important to him before he - you said so. Lo, how do I know if I come late, though, addition, subtraction, multiplication, division of all the only reason I love old books well enough to obscure my affection for you pleasure. I quietly entered Saigon, I follow her man to establish the business. Before the day I went, I brought my husband gave me books during my recent return. I'm afraid my heart ached at the sight of the things that concerns me. So I went, as the sun hiding somewhere for the rain to wet the ground. I was looking for my phone number, learn from those who lost love is to delete his numbers go. But how could I forget her phone number once it deep in my memories. I like the heart, clear light, the memories are just blank page but decided against it. Flip to find the books you sent dust adhering fully, suddenly encountered a dedication ink has faded, my heart is heavy when witnessing a silent farewell. You go, make sure that you are happy because you have to be with the man I love. In the night I had the perfect grip, and I just know the city drove out to give myself an appointment invisible to me started into oblivion. [...] But my phone rang on a rainy afternoon, evening, sky, feel the raindrops sparkling in the sun is a difference perturbed that unprovoked anger. I looked at the phone number that surprised me, because I was too long and they do not touch. - He's fine right? Still, small voice, like a bird chirping flute which I base this long forgotten lake. - He was okay, Tung not jealous when I call you? -We They broke up a long time ago, did not you know? I have over a month to Hue, time enough to find his phone number in this small city. I imagine you're crying, you cry when the rain dance is fun huh? -Why So much that I love Tung? You did not answer my question, I said: - I watch the rain wash up Ngu Binh leaves his okay. - Right now? - I looked at the rain. - Yes, now. I was walking in the rain, the road becomes far shook as the wind and intermittent rain that turned into my eyes stung. Inwardly, I wistfully unknown rains become sad or happy, just know I will see you again, despite the rain that sometimes the human concerns ...