...and yet another season’s flown...*
https://i.imgur.com/k1j8tTa.png
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Lonely bird sing me a song
From your empty nest in the snow
Back to the hills from my windowsill
You fly through the wind and the cold
That winter’s cloud has left me now
And the springtime dreams of hope
And when I’ve got you in my life
I’m never gonna let you go
Through winter long you carry on
And leave your little tracks in the snow
And in the cold you’re a hand to hold
And a light when the ice storm blows
And when autumn’s leaves are on the breeze
And yet another season’s flown
I’ll keep your song inside my heart
And then I’ll really know that I’m home
...ta tiếc thiên đàng sớm lập xong...*
https://i.imgur.com/Pm3wB4Q.jpg
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All that depends on what kind of love which you choose to fall into...
As a competition ==> the winner takes the medal/trophy home to dust every morning.
As a possession ==> the owner has to buy some insurance to cover the loss.
As an investment ==> the trader becomes an addict to Tylenol Extra Strength.
Etc...
Expectation kills.
Then love departs.
...I close by thanking you for...*
https://i.imgur.com/8rYpPae.png
Train of Life
By Jean d'Ormesson
At birth, we boarded the train of life and met our parents, and we believed that they would always travel by our side.
However, at some station, our parents would step down from the train, leaving us on life's journey alone.
As time goes by, some significant people will board the train: siblings, other children, friends, and even the love of our life.
Many will step down and leave a permanent vacuum.
Others will go so unnoticed that we won't realize that they vacated their seats.
This train ride has been a mixture of joy, sorrow, fantasy, expectations, hellos, goodbyes, and farewells.
A successful journey consists of having a good relationship with all passengers, requiring that we give the best of ourselves.
The mystery that prevails is that we do not know at which station we ourselves will step down.
Thus, we must try to travel along the track of life in the best possible way - loving, forgiving, giving, and sharing.
When the time comes for us to step down and leave our seat empty, we should leave behind beautiful memories for those who continue to travel on the train of life.
Let’s remember to thank our Creator for giving us life to participate in this journey.
I close by thanking you for being one of the passengers on my train.
Life would be so colorless without you!*:z58:
...some days I close my eyes because...*
https://i.imgur.com/JximIaW.png
They tell me life's a journey
That will take me many years
Some days are filled with laughter
And some days are filled with tears
Some days I think my heart will break
That I can't persevere
Some days I have to don a mask
And hide beneath its veneer
Some days I turn and look for you
With thoughts I'd like to share
Some days I just can't understand
The reason you're not there
Some days the sadness leaves me
And my smile will reappear
Some days I close my eyes because
Your memory is so clear
Some days I struggle to go on
Just wishing you were near
Most days I spend in gratitude
That you were ever here
Some Days*:z58:
Unknown Author
...somewhere between a dream and a memory...*
https://i.imgur.com/iKt1yMf.png
Music: John Williams / Lyrics: Alan & Marilyn Bergman / Michael Dees
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How can I remember things that never happened
Arms that never held me
Lips I've never kissed
How can I remember?
Why do I keep seeing someone's face before me
Eyes that say they know me
Shining through the mist
Eyes that I remember
I don't know why or when or where
I feel suspended in mid-air
Somewhere between a dream and a memory
Where then and now meet somehow
Why do I keep hearing some familiar music
Half forgotten love songs
Running through my mind
Why do I remember?
I don't know why or when or where
I feel suspended in mid-air
Somewhere between a dream and a memory
Where then and now meet somehow
There are many things I may not understand
But somehow I knew that you would take my hand
I always knew you'd find me
Always knew you'd love me
Long before I met you
Don't ask me how I know
Ever since I can remember
I remember you
...bây giờ đường nào đi...*
https://i.imgur.com/6dFQSpV.png
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Dấu xưa mịt mờ
Người xưa hun hút
Lửa còn bỏng rát
Trái tim rất khờ
Nên tình non tơ
Nên tình rất dại
Nuôi hoài lửa cháy
Trăm năm còn mơ
Hành tinh bọc lửa
Dung nham ngút ngàn
Nên tình rực rỡ
Nên tình kiêu sang
Ngàn thu cổ độ*pqt
Chưa nghe muộn màng
Vết xưa tình nhớ
Cháy tàn rừng hoang
...toward which light will you turn your eyes?...*
https://i.imgur.com/H0h3NFk.png
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Who will light your path through the night?
When you travel the marshes
Toward which light will you turn your eyes?
When you hang in the void to whom will you call?
When you have no pillow where will you lay your head?
Who will light your path through the night
Toward what light will you turn?
The night is full of sounds
But can you recognize the right one?
The night is full of lights
But which light is the light of your eyes?
And who casts the hook for night waters into your mouth?
Who follows you close as you walk along your way?
Who will light your path through the night
Toward what light will you turn?
Which teeth, white and rabid
From loneliness and hunger sink into your flesh?
Who will cut the ties? Oh, what a sharp invisible knife
Who will light your path through the night
Toward what light will you turn?
Who will wait for you? At the crossroads? At midnight?
Toward what light will you turn?
...there's always a sunray inside every falling snowflake...*
https://i.imgur.com/iuKCdqu.png
Buổi sáng vỡ vào ngày tê cóng.
Mặt trời trùm chăn.
Những đốm hoa tuyết trắng rủ nhau rơi lặng lẽ.
Gió thì thầm khúc gọi bình minh khô.
Bluejay đến một mình đứng trầm ngâm trên cành magnolia không còn hoa.
Hỏi:"Sao chỉ một mình?"
Chirps:"Tôi lúc nào cũng một mình. Như cô mình ấy!"
- Có buồn không?
- Quen rồi. Thế cô mình có buồn không?
- Tôi cũng quen rồi. Cái buồn đã nằm trong vein, còn pulse là còn nó. Café nhé?
- Tôi đã có snowwine. Café chỉ tổ đánh thức lũ ký ức đã yên nghỉ.
- Có yên nghỉ thật không, lũ ký ức bướng bỉnh đó?
- Đừng cà-phê chúng thì chúng sẽ không tỉnh giấc.
- Need a very strong will.
- Yup.
- Will withered sometimes though.
- Then let it be, for a while. It might help to calm the winter storm from our silly hearts.
- Tell me your "a while".
- Once upon a time, there was a little red princess...
- Stop. Chuyện đó nghe rồi.
- That's my only bird's life story. Không muốn nghe thì đừng hỏi.
- Hm, are you mad?
- Yup.
- Want some delicious sunflower seeds?
- Nope.
- Pourquoi? It's always your fav. dish.
- It reminds me of cái lão mặt trời già mắc dzịch lười chảy thây, not doing his job right.
- Thì cũng phải để cho lão ta vacationed chút đỉnh chứ, worked hard đủ 3 mùa rồi còn gì. You need a winter vacation too!
- Talk to yourself first. Hứ!
Mặc kệ hứ, những đốm hoa tuyết trắng vẫn lặng lẽ rơi rơi...
Mắt ai cười tươi trong đáy tách...
Gió lại thì thầm qua hơi thở lạnh...
"There's always a sunray inside every falling snowflake, don't you see?"*:z58:
...a little jazz fireplace for a passing ice storm...*
https://i.imgur.com/pAzljm2.png
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We take from life one little share
And say that this shall be
A space, redeemed from toil and care
From tears and sadness free
And, haply, death unstrings his bow
And sorrow stands apart
And, for a little while, we know
The sunshine of the heart
Existence seems a summer eve
Warm, soft, and full of peace
Our free, unfettered feelings give
The soul its full release
A moment, then, it takes the power
To call up thoughts that throw
Around that charmed and hallowed hour
This life’s divinest glow
But time, though viewlessly it flies
And slowly, will not stay
Alike, through clear and clouded skies
It cleaves its silent way
Alike the bitter cup of grief
Alike the draught of bliss
Its progress leaves but moment brief
For baffled lips to kiss
The sparkling draught is dried away
The hour of rest is gone
And urgent voices, round us, say
“'Ho, lingerer, hasten on!”
And has the soul, then, only gained
From this brief time of ease
A moment’s rest when overstrained
One hurried glimpse of peace
No, while the sun shone kindly over us
And flowers bloomed round our feet
While many a bud of joy before us
Unclosed its petals sweet
An unseen work within was plying
Like honey-seeking bee
From flower to flower, unwearied, flying
Laboured one faculty
Thoughtful for winter’s future sorrow
Its gloom and scarcity
Prescient to-day, of want to-morrow
Toiled quiet memory
’Tis she that from each transient pleasure
Extracts a lasting good
’Tis she that finds, in summer, treasure
To serve for winter’s food
And when youth’s summer day is vanished
And age brings winter’s stress
Her stores, with hoarded sweets replenished
Life’s evening hours will bless
Winter Stores
Charlotte Brontë
(published under her nom de plume, Currer Bell, 1846)
