'His face was bad then one also wants to explore the soul?'

Saigon monsoon obstacle course, the upturn sky only seen a dismal ashes. Tread slowly, take that, don't know where to go, feel the life treated too badly with his silver. Despite the ugly but I also want to be like other girls, experience a warm aftertaste of a love sweet.

I was born is a girl with a bad appearance. Maybe that's why my love not lucky as his appearance. Four college years passed, the girl in the class are always many moons surrounding the pursuit, also I'd imagine idyllic eyes also don't see, say what is love.

Thirty, the age when people have joined the interior surface yen which at least had a few love squeezed shoulders, I sink in the siege of ugliness does not know what is love. There are few times heard shrugging colleagues tell each other that "whatever men also look at beauty that select only lover", "bad like ai that crave love", "boy was bad then," what love ...

Wood with paint, which is also important.

They say there is no bad women only women don't know beauty. I ti on myself, and then try to change the hair style, dress and wear makeup but in their eyes I was still the ugly duck never turned into swans.

Once the guts I expressed her affection with a partner company employees with honesty. Life will change with this ugly duck like me? Oh! The sentence she received still so "ugly face who want to explore the soul rather than Bad, but also demanding climb high".

The holidays, running around the city, my eyes glued to the couple. They are holding hands, chatting, strolling together, go eat together ... looks so happy. I keep miết on the path never see the Sun, didn't find any famous hanging onto for a heart lost melodies keep hovering drifting, not nowhere about.

I startled face themselves, trying to swim in the trap ngoe cross of his life. I feel fear when witnessing the happiness of so many people that will think of forever don't see our own happiness. Then I suddenly realized my love for her is a luxury has never been assigned to sell the dry thirsty desert diff between empathy and love.

Dreams for connection into the string memory, deviance, somewhere in the dream to hear the sweet taste of happiness. Suddenly woke up suddenly, I try to close your eyes tight and deep buried early on the dream that screamed with dreams of fascinating why that is not the truth.

Her dreams as a retro plate, find ourselves suddenly be pampering by that memory. Life is rough, look little love warmth for a bad girl like me?=