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At the beginning of September, early hours of the Sunday morning, I've come to know about the death of two persons.
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One is my lil sis's elementary teacher. She worked as a math home-tutor for kids in my neighborhood. She didn't teach me, but I dropped by her place sometimes to pick up my lil sis. First impression about her was, she was kind, gentle, she spoke in a mellow voice, and..."Never allow to get married because of heart disease since birth" - Adults around me whispered when they thought no one noticed.
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One is a repairman that lived one block away from house. He had a liver and it sure made him suffer. After a seizure, from a not-look-so-bad man he turned into a shaking autumn leaf. He shrank like a used slice of lemon.
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She passed away yesterday. And everyone knows about it. They feel sorry for her.
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He passed away about a week ago. But I didn't know that til today's early in the morning. He vanised just like a shadow when the dawn comes.
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The flower with three petals in "The Little Prince" of Antoine de Saint Exupéry once said this about men: "The wind blows them away. They have no roots, and that makes their life very difficult". It reminds me of a song of Trinh Cong Son, "Tuổi đá buồn" (Stone's age of despair). I have to edit the lyrics a little, to fit this situation:
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"Men passed away like falling leaves, life’s on the wind, go to the sky"
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My September had started with a bitter and salty taste like that.
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The song and original lyrics that features in by post is behind the cut. Come check it out if your interested. I recommend it.
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It’s still raining
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"Tuổi đá buồn", Trịnh Công Sơn. Translated by Khuong Duy. Feb 26th, 2004, two days before Trinh Cong Son’s birthday.
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When it’s raining, it keeps raining,
Your bare ledged wander in the rain
Step to the church, on this sad Sunday
Who will stay there, the loving rose pined in your hair,
On the long way,
Oh my lulaby will last forever,
I lull you now sorrowfully!
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Flying the clouds, flying in the sky,
Your strand of hair wanders in the air
As a quiet stream, on this sad Sunday,
Who will stay there the loving rose was forgetful
In your skinny hands,
Oh my lulaby, will last forever?
I lull you now forgetfully!
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Now it’s raining, it’s still raining,
Which will be drops fall in your hands?
Life sadly pass to nothingness,
As times goes by
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When it’s raining, it keeps raining,
Which will be drops fall in your back
As falling leaves, life’s on the wind,
Go to the sky!
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When it’s raining, it keeps raining,
whose bareledged forgetfully
Step to the church, on this sad sunday
who will stay there, the loving rose faded in your lips,
On the long way,
Oh my lulaby will last forever,
I lull you now sorrowfully.