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Nỗi buồn bỗng man mác đâu đây.
Có lẽ phần lớn nỗi buồn của con người đều là sự hối tiếc về quá khứ. Cũng phải thôi, khi tương lai còn chưa đến, chúng ta chẳng có gì để than vãn hay hối hận về nó. Chỉ có quá khứ mới có nhiều điều để chúng ta nuối tiếc. Hối hận về những lầm lỗi, nuối tiếc về những gì còn chưa kịp làm.
Yesterday When I Was Young | Roy Clark
Nỗi buồn bỗng man mác đâu đây.
Có lẽ phần lớn nỗi buồn của con người đều là sự hối tiếc về quá khứ. Cũng phải thôi, khi tương lai còn chưa đến, chúng ta chẳng có gì để than vãn hay hối hận về nó. Chỉ có quá khứ mới có nhiều điều để chúng ta nuối tiếc. Hối hận về những lầm lỗi, nuối tiếc về những gì còn chưa kịp làm.
Yesterday When I Was Young | Roy Clark
Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I always built to last on weak and shifting sand.
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
And only now I see how the years ran away.
Yesterday when I was young
So many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation I can now recall
Concerns itself with me and nothing else at all.
--- Instrumental ---
Yesterday the moon was blue
And every crazy day brought something new to do.
I used my magic age as if it were a wand
And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died.
The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
And only I am left on stage to end the play.
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung,
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.
The time has come for me to pay for
Yesterday when I was young...
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I always built to last on weak and shifting sand.
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
And only now I see how the years ran away.
Yesterday when I was young
So many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation I can now recall
Concerns itself with me and nothing else at all.
--- Instrumental ---
Yesterday the moon was blue
And every crazy day brought something new to do.
I used my magic age as if it were a wand
And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died.
The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
And only I am left on stage to end the play.
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung,
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.
The time has come for me to pay for
Yesterday when I was young...