Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Thứ tư cũng buồn như thứ hai và thứ sáu

Monday blue

I could hear your voice when the song is over
I could smell your sweat from the emptiness of the air
I could see your face when the darkness is around me
I could feel the fingers running
Wiping out the bitter tears we never dare to cry
Are you still sailing alone?
Under the stars and above the waves
Searching for the old days when blue was the sky and bright was the love
Another Monday filled with the blue
Can't I say it's true that the blue will stay when the day won't last?
I sing a sad song and let the wind take it anywhere
Up in the cloud where you may fly above someday...

(July 2008)