I'm in SG 6 years, so that there are many roads I have ever come across. Never even heard of. SG really wide, but still very tight, people where to go and touch each other, is always poised in traffic. At times like relaxing on the way is not, go after it car horn beeping loudly I just, it knocked me stupid now, so hurry to go right, go for a quick on the inn.
Saigon broad and crowded, always busy and noisy. Always boil and goes every day. My mountain town was little more than a district of Saigon. Yet I never found floating around the sky a little to myself. Is crowded, but I still feel lonely. Loneliness among the people. There should have called SG is the city alone. Yeah, maybe, that people lodging like me, must have at least one time have thought it, right? Lonely back room. Knowing no one there waiting to return. Because I know what no eyes would sparkle when I returned from a grueling workday. Because I know the arms do not have to wait eagerly embraced me and rejoiced when I laugh.
Lonely because I know someone who has no anxiety, restlessness or anxiety can not sleep the night before I go back. She added as a defendant for the full meal, warm family.
Lonely because he or she lives just temporary.
Saigon shareholders happy, but how many people live in SG as I still feel alone. Sure because it's too wide, so I kept struggling to swim in it. Now lying alone in the hospital I suddenly remembered the boy Drag mi too. Drag mi boy in the story was not home. Seeing his business. And that trade it, I have a family to think about, to remember in a place far away. And then there are times when it does not. I just do not for a moment that I saw re bad, that does not take well to speed the escape of wires and bandages.
Saigon Vietnam very strange, because when I came or went, it still is. It is busy every day. I also have nothing new to me going and it is nothing attached. It's not at all what I remember. It rushed breathlessly no more where that time but I remember. Although this road hundreds of thousands of times I went through it, one day I do not go anymore, it's not sad, not collective desire not remember where. There is another place, when I go and sad trees, the slope is also sad, when I return to rain or shine there is also joy. Other seats.
Yeah, I know, sure I do not love it so now it's hate, not love life worth it for me, someone said or complained about it to spend. Who is standing mountain pyramid that it looks more mountainous, hix hix.
Make sure there are many who will not on the mountain that so it goes, what to do here, sure, yes I suppose so, but in life where every wish is to be first. If so, did not have the word "because" in the dictionary.
Which seems everything in life, comes from the thought of that out. Many find the thought of it as candy aroma, very sweet, but there was like a poison pill that, taken in the know. Many people see the heart as soft as her scarf, very warm, but also re-numb at the cold water tank as this winter, severe sensitivity to pain.
But in my heart that, Saigon Vietnam just always so so. Sure because I do not belong to it. Well, someone said to me bon chen chi. Bon chen not cry and sat back ti billion. Waiting for me to go!
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