MY YOUTH

Surely everyone has unforgettable memories in life, memory is a precious house, a place to store and keep what happened in each person's life. High school is the most beautiful time, because what we have is pure and comes from the heart, even though everything we have in our hands is nothing but knowledge from books, silly feelings, dreamy souls...

10th grade was truly a brilliant rose, standing amazingly in my memory. I miss all of my friends that year, miss the conversations, the "crazy" games we play together, miss the moments of playing basketball but like a survival game just because of the rules of the game: "win at all cost, regardless of tricks", remember the time when we hardly had any free time when we went to school at the end of the year because we were busy eating cakes and playing monopoly. How peaceful this time was! Just being together and wondering how next year will be? Maybe it will be fun too, miss the last monopoly round, miss the end-of-year goodbye smile, miss a lot... the youth with my name in 10th grade.

I really can't forget the feeling of excitement on the day I entered my new class. I'm also glad that on the first day of school, I was able to meet some friends who had studied together since ages. The line of vague thoughts did not stop before a girl's voice rang in my ear: " Hey Phuoc come over here and sit down! We are all over here!". It's really hard to find a few acquaintances, but then I had to crawl over and sit with them.

If only I could realize when I'm immersed in a fantasy I've drawn myself, there's also a wilted rose just before the crossroads of time, quietly waiting for me.

People say high school is the most beautiful time…

That year, we said goodbye to each other in laughter and hope.

But at that time, we didn't know… the promises we made would forever be unfulfilled... together.

People talk a lot about the completeness of youth. Actually... I prefer to think this way: That sunflower, with or without the Sun, is still a sunflower, despite its death it is still a sunflower...