Some days Hanoi moody and lengthy with persistent rain, so do not feel sad knowing where contains only see the heart does not go well with stars. Sad to go on forever, hope someone can come along in the rain, cold but not sad, want someone sitting next to her in a cafe stranger, to the time elapsed is not cold. Wish for more, but still skeptical laden hearts forever wild. 

 

There are few days in Hanoi yellow sunbeams end of the day, tears flowed quietly, softly falling sun drops to the ground and then disappear, only that heart still sobbing alone forever. The wind-way place on a gloomy attic overhead blow to bare my heart is far from me these days. 

 

Some days I think I was okay, though far from him, but it turned out just as they are trying to hide. You can hide the tears as he remembered, sobbing every night to hide the ball he no longer accompany you along the paths of Hanoi lingering floral milk, hide all the sigh when someone cursory look like him. 

 

Now you feel tired and empty, outside, still do not know where is the path for you. We are too far apart, then he right? The finger hug you only knew all about his memories in my heart, tell ourselves, yes they'll be OK. There is something in every throbbing heart, the old music they listen to it in the dark. Ultimately we have to take very different then, when outside, Hanoi is welcome first winter winds. 

 

Sometimes hear the wind blowing outside stronger, ask yourself whether you go through the day frivolous youth, did you forget me?

 

 

Supposing'll forget all peaceful memories, forget those happy days with him in the side. Thought everything of yesterday are docile in the locker memories that it was stifling my heart every night, still clasped me every day. Why did the heart to keep forever a metaphor for so long? 

 

There were days filled with sadness was king in mind, but it's time, you get used to these days you do not. I stopped to wait for a message from him every day, not only watched him go down the street shape, trying to stop himself not to have the same old places he goes through. Every day is the day difficult and empty, but, if not able to walk together, you just have to walk alone. 

 

There were days not counting fingers all the sorrows of the people are gone, looking back over a long season and sobbing. Sometimes, on a long journey, wearing headphones, turn on the music, I wondered, is there anyone waiting for her at the end of wharf peace? Photo him back out, airy little remembrance, but then they quickly forget his arrest, he was happy with what you choose, it is time for you to choose a different path you take. 

 

Silently thanked him, was enough for me to feel lonely, wild nostalgic enough to appreciate more then happy to come to them. There are many things are waiting for you at the front, but these days he'll still be a distant memory section where you worth. Goodbye to you.