everyday i feel bored about everything, the violet flamboyant is blooming. i remember i used to make a butterfly with a red flamboyant. to day, i still recall. oh how happy i was then, there were no sorrows, there were no pains. i dont want to be lovelorn again. she looks so nice, she care about my health, but she has a boy friend. i dont want to be teased like this, i need a true love. i can't stand, i don't know if she loves me. though she loves me, i can't love her. i don't want to be a third person. i don't want to receive any a pity from any one. in such a cold place, there is only one person can understand me, and i count her as me older sister. if i had i chance to choose, i wouldn't have liked to be live longer than the age of 22. (ai thương ai quen ai giận hờn buồn cánh phượng rơi khi ta chờ người không đến, cho hôm nay miêng mang buồi hồi nhặt lá vàng rơi trong tay 1 mối tình thơ)