🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: 1st November - Epik High feat. Wanted

 I  a precious friend
 I felt him closer than I did  own breath
 He filled his dreams with melodies of pianos and 
 And he loved music  than reality
 Oh, in those  days
 the pink 
 he sent me on  stage
 Walking the  less traveled
 I still miss those days, for 
 I had  to know that love and passion could turn poisonous
 Detachment is the shadow of 
 His heart burns and he refills the  again and again
  when I was worried I couldn’t say anything
 But  watched him disappear into the “ Shrouded  Path “
  sins, deeper than the wounds you gave me
 When you left me, if they were 
 My  would be housing a monsoon
 I miss you terribly, you who  pieces of dreams forever ungraspable
  at the edge of an empty stage
 
  words that I loved you
 Or words  I missed you
 Or words that I was 
  looked to you
  words that I loved you
 Or words  I was grateful
  I say
 I’m sorry
 
 I had a precious 
 I felt him closer than I did my  breath
 He filled his dreams with  of pianos and guitars
 And he  music more than reality
 Singing mellowly, responding to the 
 Invitations of darkness with a 
 He leaned on music with his rugged 
 And  down the agony of solitude
 My love, please stay by my  forever like music, like the rain
  shined like a street light on a dark alley  in a dark dawn
 Your tired voice capturing the  against the world
 
 You who vanished like avaporating 
 comparing  you to  “Waterpainting of a Rainy Day”
 If you are still there, smile  me
 Give me one last smile, lest  vanish
  and longingly
 
 Without words that  loved you
 Or words that I missed 
 Or words  I was grateful
 I  to you
  words that I loved you
 Or words that I  grateful
 *Now* I 
 I’m sorry
 
  a little bird forsaken by the skies
 fraily yet endlessly flapping its wings in the  of a boy
 Will we  like this forever ?
 
 Without words that  loved you
 Or words that I  you
 Or words that I was 
 I looked to 
 Without words that I loved 
 Or  that I was grateful
 *Now* I 
 I’m sorry