The Seasons

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Songwriters: Gilles Thibaut / Claude Francois / Jaques Revaux


...và ngày qua...đêm qua...mùa qua...
...lâu rồi đời mình cũng qua...*vta:z58:

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Time passed
But time flows in many streams
Like a river, an inner stream of time will flow rapidly at some places
And sluggishly at others
Or perhaps even stand hopelessly stagnant

Cosmic time is the same for everyone
But human time differs with each person
Time flows in the same way for all human beings
Every human being flows through time in a different way

Yasunari Kawabata*Beauty and Sadness*:z58:

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I picked this twig of heather
You shall remember fall is gone
We won't meet again on this earth
Smell of seasons, twig of heather
And remember I shall await*

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...was spoken through the dance of leaves...
...and the sweet melody of whispering wind...

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There's nothing to do
For the voluntary shipwrecks
Riding a driving wave
Which rocks them
And take them to the mysterious islands*:z58:

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...and a fool I've never been...*:z58:

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Upheaval of the present
Takes you back to nostalgia
Fragments of memories
Plays in your mind

Incoherent thoughts edited
A certain place in the past
Where a part of you lived
No matter how far you have come

Nostalgia takes over
It’s a romance with the past
The vintage film in black and white
Now plays / colored with imagination

*unknown:z58:

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*for an unfinished story of a woman...


...nhưng năm tháng qua dần...mùa thu chết bao lần...*:z58:

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Songwriters: Léo Chauliac / Charles Trenet / Drew Barfield / Paul Young


Tonight, the wind raps on my windowpane
Reminding me of you again
As I watch the dying flames

Tonight, an autumn song in shades of blue
Resonates with sounds of you
And bygone days when love was new*

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You ask how much I need you, must I explain?
I need you, oh my darling, like roses need rain
You ask how long I'll love you, I'll tell you true
Until the twelfth of never, I'll still be loving you

Hold me close, never let me go
Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow

I'll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom
I'll love you till the clover has lost its perfume
I'll love you till the poets run out of rhyme*
Until the twelfth of never and that's a long long time

Hold me close, never let me go
Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow

I'll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom
I'll love you till the clover has lost its perfume
I'll love you till the poets run out of rhyme*
Until the twelfth of never and that's a long long time

Until the twelfth of never and that's a long long time...:z58:

*"The 12th of Never" comes from the popular expression which is used as the date of a future occurrence that will never come to pass.
I've guessed: It is around the 31st of February!