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One day I laid down after a period of time fighting for surviving, I looked at the sky. Still the same sky of my 25, when I was so chill at some highland, when my mind was filled with the idea of a good life ahead. I used to be so free. In the end, it’s still the same sky and still the same me, whether I lay on the bed, on the floor or beneath the ground. It will be me and that sky, for good.

I remember you the most when I’m looking at the moon.

1992.

Từ lâu lắm rồi cảm xúc là một định nghĩa mình không còn diễn giải được nữa.

If you read these lines (I'm sure you don't), I want you to know that from last day you left my house, I never stop loving you. At least until now. I don't know till the next moment of life when I fall in nostalgia state again, will I still feel the same. But one thing I'm fucking sure, I miss you, always.