Written by Al
I'm the one who'd like to walk down that silent street,
where yellow falling leaves touch my weary soul,
where its quietness and wisdom gently greet me...
I'm the one who'd like to fly over the thousand skies,
where the cold wind embracesas if i were its new baby born...
But I'm the one who's willing sometimes
to go back to the place
where I should belong,
and where all of these questions which stay in mind
merely need no answers
Ho Chi Minh City,1999
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