The second year

31 dec 2019 - đặt gạch

Trở về với nỗi buồn

Những chuyến đi ngắn cơ hồ như những lát cắt mỏng phớt chuội ra khỏi chập chùng chuỗi những hành quân vô tận của tồn tại chán chường, để rồi kết thúc là lúc ta sửa soạn trở về với phố phường.

Tôi vẫn yêu cuộc đời này với lòng thiết tha trẻ nhỏ háo hức mỗi sớm đến trường.

Nhưng không sao đừng được thời gian. Và vì chúng tôi đã lớn.

lại một chuyện sến ở công ty

Dear team,

such an honour to stand by you this afternoon.

little do they know about quite a journey we'd been through to make it to the site yet what happened there was worthy of its own way.

we were the last to leave the ground. we refused to just leave when it started to rain out of a sudden. the team was still there under the rain, finishing the work and then marching off.

and last but not least, we had fun time together.

therefore on behalf of Ban Tổ Chim thank you very much for your participation and enthusiasm.

your sincerely,
Am

must they be growing old, too.

in an unexpected move she dropped me a message. i read a message, which was apparently clear and straightforward, of which i thought she would like me to act the same, and i read the contact name which has been saved in the phone memory for years. suddenly i felt glad. i knew i should be glad. i did be glad that she's still got my number after all those years, to which amount, to be precise, i have to confess that i could barely recall.

certainly the arrangement was made and we caught up each other in a small coffee shop located alongside the pavement of one of the biggest boulevard of the area; to be precise, her area; the apartment in which her temporary residence is based during days she was back in VN is just over there.

and we were just sitting here. in a peaceful and mild weather of the rainny season in Saigon. for a while.

felt like i just caught up with my youth. a part of which i was over through.

always it was feeling like at ease to see them growing.

they are growing. and i have no idea. about the sadness inside of them i had once seen.


must they be growing old, too.

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