My OperaHOW DO YOU KNOW
Monday, June 30, 2008 3:58:17 PM
HOW DO YOU KNOW
Raindrops’ falling from the blue sky
How do you know I didn’t cry?
Teardrops of mine fall from my heart
As I have my pride, I try to hide
Looking at a stone on the street
How do you know it has no spirit?
Whether the stone has senses like human…
Only it knows its characteristics
I come to ask the leaf no longer green
“O my dear, where are you going?”
“How do I know, I just live the life of leaf
Where will I go? It depends on the wind”
Then it’s the graveyard that we pass
You wonder who rests there, in the dark
How do you know they’re not me and you?
They could be be us… in a long long past.
Minh Nguyễn
(Cựu sinh viên lớp 01AV1 - hiện đang định cư tại Hoa Kỳ)
Raindrops’ falling from the blue sky
How do you know I didn’t cry?
Teardrops of mine fall from my heart
As I have my pride, I try to hide
Looking at a stone on the street
How do you know it has no spirit?
Whether the stone has senses like human…
Only it knows its characteristics
I come to ask the leaf no longer green
“O my dear, where are you going?”
“How do I know, I just live the life of leaf
Where will I go? It depends on the wind”
Then it’s the graveyard that we pass
You wonder who rests there, in the dark
How do you know they’re not me and you?
They could be be us… in a long long past.
Minh Nguyễn
(Cựu sinh viên lớp 01AV1 - hiện đang định cư tại Hoa Kỳ)
