A song_A memory

A song reminds me about an old friend of mine when I was a little girl. I live in Ho Chi Minh city, the biggest city of Vietnam, but my homeland is Bac Ninh, a rural land. 9 years ago, I came there for the first time, and I felt everything so strange from the architecture to the way of life. But I liked that differences: the smell of the rice-field, smoke from the cooking fire made my eyes burn, the large gardens with so many kinds of fruit, the narrow sinuous roads...and in that occasion, I knew her, a girl has a long hair and warm eyes.
Every morning, she came to my grandmom's house to wake me up and leaded me the market. That was a small market but sold everything. She always laughed at me because there were many things I didn't know but I knew she just joked...
And 3 months of my summer holiday were over, I had to come back to the city.
I still remember that day, a gloomy day, fog wrapped everywhere, I was preparing to go to the train bus, just in more 5 minutes, I would go...But she didn't come...
Now, everything changes, my rural homeland becomes a city, no rice-field...The images of the past are gone, and she're gone too, but her images can't fade from my memory.
Until now, I still don't know what happened to her that day...
Somewhere, the words of the song "When you're gone" resounds..." when you're gone, the pieces of my heart are missing you..."