Saigon's rainy days. Streets clustered with vehicles, intersections cramped with engines buzzing in the rain ...

When it rains, Saigon turns to its mournful side, where streets are painted white by the heavy rain and people are urged to inch forward. Somewhere in the blinding rain, I caught a distant eye looking, mesmerising. At the corner, trees shivered in the rain. Every drop violently tore the yellow leaves away from the trees. Sitting by my steamy hot Frappe, I can feel the bitter scent of dissolved in the soaked air. The coffee was bitter. I looked at myself, looked at how fragile and tiny I am in comparison to the enormous wild world out there.... Saigon was always noisy, hurry and glamorous, but Saigon in the rain seems like an anxious teenage girl who could not wait to rebel against her weaknesses ...She knows memories and love. She knows when love can make anyone more gentle, more dreamy..... It was a sad love story. I wonder how many people can stay ignorant for life? How many in the astonishing 9 billion people are enjoy every bit of their lives ? Why do we need to keep tallying our sadness and end up killing our youthful soul ? Just let all go away with the rain ...!

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da de lai cho minh mot cai to rong hon de nhan ra truoc nay minh da song chat choi den the nao. The bird flew, and never came back. Has it lost its ways, and couldnt find its track? Or just simply chose to turn its back. Some sort of sorrow when you let it fly As you stay left and yet its heading right. The bird has finally taken its flight. Dont question, and wont you demand To listen to what you wouldnt understand Its reasons to leave Its excuses to go Since in the end it wouldnt know That theres nothing left but sorrow. Dont you blame it for the flame That burst in your soul after the game As bitter and hurt as you are Thanks the bird for going this far To leave behind a larger nest To give your heart some eagerness To see the world, to watch the wild And for you to realise How tight you has lived And how large is a life. Bring your bird to broad daylight And let it fly. If it comes back, its yours If it doesnt come back It never were......