Sunday, March 29, 2009
When the agony reaches its utmost, you feel affectless to hurt then.
He, the vagrom of this sublunary world, had written elegies to tribute agonies in his life. Therefore, his agonies were admitted their existence and even become everlasting. He had realized, agonies were irresistible. By denying their existence, they were just ignited to hurt him even more furious. Contrarily, by creating elegies, he let these agonies gradually flow away out of mind and drop down the stave. As long as the spiritual agonies were symbolized tangibly, he was serene simultaneously. Facing the agonies, is the only way to gain sereneness in stead of taking effort to escape from them.
I learn to face the agony.
He, with his agonies, had passed away for long. They're quietly sleeping yet the elegies are still tuneful. Whenever I concentratedly listen to those elegies of antiquity, I fell my own agony empathizes his, and eventually they fade away. His elegies are elixir to heal my broken heart. Today, as many other times, the "tsunami" inside me has been extinguished...
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Nhìn vầng trăng mới về
Nhớ chân giang hồ
Ôi phù du
Từng tuổi xuân đã già
Một ngày kia đến bờ
Đời người như gió qua
Không còn ai
Đường về ôi quá dài
Những đêm xa người
Chén rượu cay
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Cho nhân gian chờ đợi
12:28am 31.03.09
He, the vagrom of this sublunary world, had written elegies to tribute agonies in his life. Therefore, his agonies were admitted their existence and even become everlasting. He had realized, agonies were irresistible. By denying their existence, they were just ignited to hurt him even more furious. Contrarily, by creating elegies, he let these agonies gradually flow away out of mind and drop down the stave. As long as the spiritual agonies were symbolized tangibly, he was serene simultaneously. Facing the agonies, is the only way to gain sereneness in stead of taking effort to escape from them.
I learn to face the agony.
He, with his agonies, had passed away for long. They're quietly sleeping yet the elegies are still tuneful. Whenever I concentratedly listen to those elegies of antiquity, I fell my own agony empathizes his, and eventually they fade away. His elegies are elixir to heal my broken heart. Today, as many other times, the "tsunami" inside me has been extinguished...
Ôm lòng đêm
Nhìn vầng trăng mới về
Nhớ chân giang hồ
Ôi phù du
Từng tuổi xuân đã già
Một ngày kia đến bờ
Đời người như gió qua
Không còn ai
Đường về ôi quá dài
Những đêm xa người
Chén rượu cay
Một đời tôi uống hoài
Trả lại từng tin vui
Cho nhân gian chờ đợi
12:28am 31.03.09
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