🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Recessional - Vienna Teng

 "It's so  here," she says,
  moment now and this moment, now."
  I never thought I would find her here:
 Flannel and satin, my four walls 
  she's looking at me, straight to center,
 No room at  for any other thought.
 
 And I know I don't want this,  I swear I don't want this.
 There's a  not to want this but I forgot.
 
 In the  she sleeps on my shoulder,
 Hair falling  mouth all askew.
 Fluorescent announcements  their wings overhead:
 "Passengers missing, we're looking  you."
 And she dreams  the noise, her weight against me,
 Face pressed into the  grooves.
 
 Maybe it means nothing, maybe  means nothing,
  it means nothing, but I'm afraid to move.
 
 And the words:  everything and nothing.
 I want to search for  in the offhand remarks.
 Who  you, taking coffee, no sugar?
 Who  you, echoing street signs?
 Who are you, the stranger in  shell of a lover,
  curtains drawn by the passage of time?
 
 Oh, words,  rain, how sweet the sound.
 "Well  she says, "I'll see you around..."