Winter nostalgia

Isolated in an attic yourself, do not sleep quietly he looked to the sky, really beautiful moon tonight though not bright yellow like the images vaccine in remote memories remain fuzzy about his childhood playing with friends around the flood clear summer days the moon ... but enough to remind him of the date peaceful childhood
He put Marlboro cigarette to his lips and whispered something zippo hook out of his pocket ... "ton" zippo sounding language in the night, he looked quietly style flame in the night, light winds blowing over as fire, baseball bigger, laughed softly when he again looked like the fire burning more than just ponder about something. Lighting up a cigarette hiss a bit long, moonlit smoke free the man at all bizarre shapes and then melted together in the wind at flying away ...
Normally these moments with him indispensable Zheng, but today was different.
Done to him by singing the lyrics "Winter Nostalgia"
"It looks like someone walked door
Northeast monsoon will be pleased
Little gold has fallen autumn leaves
Well leave me this afternoon "
Located English listening tumultuous life
But imagine someone laughing
Suddenly he remembered the old sail
Now leave me as well.

Each shift from permeability Duom in mind, mixing well to wish to remember something called a butt wiggle moment his soul. A wish is something deep inside, he brought good .. regret the past, memories
And expect something good from far away ...
In English Piano and Violin acoustic rustic style, each keyboard has put it on the sash music, incredible saint uttered, sometimes gently sometimes taciturn man free, but then suddenly strong enough oxygen to Message climax song ...

How about the winter
Pair of white river sand
How about the winter
To listen to the afternoon bell far away
Ok so can we shake our hearts
Pretend like winter was about
Self hearts ru u? He wondered ... Is!
So perhaps, you have probably Quang Phu do that when writing this song, he'd ponder something
Drop soul in piano, violin mood he went by the lyrical notes emotionally, he never saw excavated feelings like this, fatigue is something good in your heart.
Winter is what? again a question in him ... maybe for an affordable winter travel is definitely a man on the shoulder to cloak the color of the sky on patchy bleak afternoon, so maybe that guy did go travel Where is bringing cold winds and a silver colored sky full of tedious re ...
He borrowed subjects were sitting quietly in a winter landscape, look to the sky far away regrets the last drop of warm sunshine and then sighed sneezing uncommon way ... anxious!
1h30 'am 24.05.2010 Saigon peaceful moonlit