Mai smiled at the window and watched the sky. He was looking for the clouds, the ones which started to steam up the mountains. He grazed the view and absorbed himself in his deepest memories, helped by the landscape unfolded before his eyes. The singer remembered his manager who forced him to relax for a few weeks ( a few days actually, Mai is too well-organized to rest more than ten days one after the other ), saying exactly "If I see you these coming weeks, be sure I'll massacre your arse and send you to Quang Ngai or Kink-something. Oh no kid, don't you dare reply. Go and rest in these mountains... and if you don't I'll kill you with your own fingers. Understood ?". A light smile burgeoned on the lips of the Vietnamese and, lost in his mind, he touched lightly the glass. Finally, he stayed ten days in the mountains and the melted snow, the atmosphere, the paths inspired him for two ( three if you count the one he drops ) songs. Yeah, he was resting in the mountains, of course he was... in his own way. Aaah... When Mai reminded the songs he wrote, he took the papers slowly and delicately and put them on the small table. He was on the train, in order to come back in London, so he had plenty of time.

Well... actually not, but Mai wasn't aware of the real meaning of « two hours between the Mountains and London Station ». Two hours uh... more or less, of course... Ignoring his surroundings, Mai got down to work. Striking out some words, crossing out other words, adding some other words, he worked on his first song until he had finished to polish its up. He took the second one and did the same job, seeking the right word, the right letters, the right rythm, the right meaning... He didn't see how two hours flies quickly and, when he arrived at the London Station, he simply took his luggage and walked towards the exit. Mai was still working, his paper in his right hand and his pencil in his left hand. His moves were full of slowness, delicacy, and a little bit of sweetness also. The Vietnamese wasn't looking around him and didn't notice at all the order of the staff, he was still walking. Somebody stopped him and, finally, Mai looked up from his work. Something might happened, a problem maybe ? He shrugged his shoulders and went back to his work.

When Mai got off the train, his second work was completed. He put his papers in his large bag while he was walking and, after ten minuts, he glanced around him. Wait a second... How could it be ? For God's sake... Mai was lost in the London Station. Arching his eyebrows, he looked at some indications but they were helpless for him. He finally decided to ask for some help. Without any thougts back, he talked to the first person he met.

- Sir, excuse me.. Hello. Do you know which way I have to take to go to Greenwich, please ?

His voice was delicate and sweet, like a beautiful flower which was bloomed. Mai didn't notice ( like always, yeah ) ( hello it's me ) he was talking to a... school student ? or a student, maybe ?, and when he noticed, a gentle smile burgeonned on his lips.