Vì sao em nén lòng trước số phone anh
chiếc điện thoại lặng im chờ đợi
những nút bấm thì thầm mời gọi
ngón tay em…
Vì sao cố tình em giả vờ quên
anh đâu đó
chỉ cách vài con số
(khi ngày xưa cách xa nhiều con phố
có một người
luôn gõ cửa nhà em…)
Vì sao vì sao
anh thử đoán xem
ta đã vất đâu những hòn bi trong vắt
gian phòng nhỏ không còn
ngọn nến màu đã tắt
mũi tên thần lạc hướng trong đêm
ta vất đâu nụ hôn vội trước thềm
lẫn vào cỏ thành sương đêm khô nắng
Hoa cúc đã nâu hoa hồng đã trắng
một mình em tự hỏi vì sao
tiếc một tách càphê
tiếc một câu chào
một cuộc hẹn?
hay chỉ là cuộc gọi?
vẫn biết thời gian giục bao điều muốn hỏi
em cuối cùng
còn lại với…
Vì sao?
Thơ: Thanh Nguyên
Bài hát yêu thích_The day before you came _ABBA
Must have left my house at eight, because I always do
My train, Im certain, left the station just when it was due
I must have read the morning paper going into town
And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned
I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine
With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch
And still on top of this Im pretty sure it must have rained
The day before you came
I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two
And at the time I never even noticed I was blue
I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day
Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away
At five I must have left, theres no exception to the rule
A matter of routine, Ive done it ever since I finished school
The train back home again
Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then
Oh yes, Im sure my life was well within its usual frame
The day before you came
Must have opened my front door at eight oclock or so
And stopped along the way to buy some chinese food to go
Im sure I had my dinner watching something on TV
Theres not, I think, a single episode of dallas that I didnt see
I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten
I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then I must have read a while
The latest one by marilyn french or something in that style
Its funny, but I had no sense of living without aim
The day before you came
And turning out the light
I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night
And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain
The day before you came
My train, Im certain, left the station just when it was due
I must have read the morning paper going into town
And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned
I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine
With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch
And still on top of this Im pretty sure it must have rained
The day before you came
I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two
And at the time I never even noticed I was blue
I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day
Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away
At five I must have left, theres no exception to the rule
A matter of routine, Ive done it ever since I finished school
The train back home again
Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then
Oh yes, Im sure my life was well within its usual frame
The day before you came
Must have opened my front door at eight oclock or so
And stopped along the way to buy some chinese food to go
Im sure I had my dinner watching something on TV
Theres not, I think, a single episode of dallas that I didnt see
I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten
I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then I must have read a while
The latest one by marilyn french or something in that style
Its funny, but I had no sense of living without aim
The day before you came
And turning out the light
I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night
And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain
The day before you came
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