Sài Gòn
This is my city, my home. No matter how mess up people think it has become right now, it is something still beautiful inside me. I love every little corners, streets or even tiny tiny alleys it has. I love the city, not the busy-coat it has on every day, but the sudden silence in some random street, the voice of a lonely man in the middle of the crowd trying to earn his living through the night, or sometimes just the shadow of me myself and the girl holding my hand in the middle of the day, walking, looking for the beauty of our city.
They are right there, as always, but sometimes we just too busy to notice
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