That was the youth days, we all were young and thoughtless, didnt know what would happen beforehand. We kept having fun carefreely, welcoming everything readily.
In that beautiful time, we just saw the broad expanse of heaven was extremely blue, the sunshine was also greatly brilliant. We were gathering together no matter what kind of storm or tempest was coming to our lives. It was to know the comfort that whatever storms came our way, we would always be able to face them, together.
It was expected to be but turn out not.
Raising the eyes to the sky above us - it now is still same the extremely blue sky as before. But the change is we are straggling along, straying from our common path to follow each own dream and get into all the corners of the world.
It is called growth.
Đó là những ngày rất trẻ, chúng ta đều ngô nghê không biết chuyện gì sẽ đến với mình, cứ vô tư chơi bời, vô tư đón nhận. Bầu trời khi ấy rất xanh, ánh dương cũng rất rạng rỡ. Mấy mái đầu chụm lại một chỗ.
Gió thì sao chứ?
Nắng thì sao chứ?
Cảm giác như thể sẽ luôn có những người cùng mình gồng gánh cả bầu trời bao la.
Giờ ngước lên vẫn một màu xanh như thế.
Chỉ là chúng ta đã chia ra khắp các phương trời.
Mùa hè 2016.
Stay alone in Toronto Airport and all of a sudden, I feel like missing them.
The English part is translated from my facebook status which I wrote 2 years ago. And it now totally fits with our situation.