Đi Để Trở Về - Nhóm ĐĨA THAN HỒNG

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Quá Khứ Còn Lại Gì - HippoHappy

XIN LOI ANH YEU EM

Vì Em Tất Cả - Ngô Thành Dương

Maanvriend

Verse 1
He used to chase the mailman, bark at the moon
Now he just sighs in the corner of the room
He feels ashamed, so he doesn’t stare
But folks just meet him with a cold glare

Chorus
No one wants the dog, he’s too slow to play
Smells a little funny, gets in the way
But look in his eyes—there’s a sadness there
Of loyalty, love, and the weight of care

Verse 2
He limps to the door when you come home late
Tail still wagging, though he knows his fate
He’s getting old, can’t control the farts
Maybe it’s the diet—leftover tarts

Bridge
He gives unconditional love and time well spent
Even though he’s got a nasty scent

Verse 3
Then one day she came—an old soul, too
She’d lost her smell, but her heart was true
She saw his ache, his wagging tail
And whispered, “You’re mine, stink and all, without fail”

Chorus (revised)
Someone wants the dog, he’s slow but sweet
Smells a little funny, but love’s complete
Look in their eyes—there’s a kindness there
Two hearts that found what others wouldn’t dare

Man’s Best Friend Just a little stinky

The winter light streaming into the classroom during the pair test
was like tiny snowflakes falling one by one,
each singing softly as they descended—
quiet, gentle, shimmering.

Voices, the rustle of turning pages,
a distant chime ringing,
sparkled like bells and made my chest tremble.

“Creating something together…”
It was the first time,
and the warmth swelling in my heart was too much to contain.

“Hey, look, the next problem…
See? I know we can solve it together.”

Each time I pointed,
he smiled shyly and nodded, “Yeah, leave it to me.”

That smile was like the sound of a star opening in the winter sky,
and somewhere deep inside me,
a light kept flickering on again and again.

　　＊　＊　＊

It was only joy,
so why did my chest tighten so much?

“Hey… I never knew.
Just seeing the same thing, hearing the same sound,
aiming for the same place together—
it makes the heart so warm.”

Living, I realized,
must be this rhythm:
breathing in sync with someone, laughing side by side,
walking forward even against the wind.

Today, for the first time, I could admit it.

　　＊　＊　＊

On the desk for the next assignment lay
a red marker, golden clips, winter-patterned sticky notes,
even a notepad with tiny bells drawn on it.

When my fingertips touched the paper,
his shadow overlapped mine,
and that alone made my chest tremble.

“This suits you better.”
“Then let’s swap. It’ll be cute, like we’re matching.”

It was light, it was special,
like walking together through our own Christmas Eve.

　　＊　＊　＊

And then—
my eyes caught a fountain pen.

Deep navy, like the night sky.
A slender line holding quiet light.
I knew at once it could steady his uneven handwriting,
make it more beautiful.

“…This would suit him.”

The words rose in my chest,
warm enough to surprise even me.

　　＊　＊　＊

After the test, on the way home,
the winter sunset reflected off the hallway glass,
casting golden highlights across his profile.

“Hey… that bag, it wasn’t for you, was it?”

He caught his breath, looking at the paper bag in my hand.

“No. This is…
for you. Because you always match my pace.
I wanted to give it to you.”

The winter air swayed,
white breath dissolving into the sky.

In that moment, the tightness in my chest melted into warmth,
and I laughed through my tears.

Joy, tenderness,
and pride—because I had become someone
who could wish for another’s happiness.

　　＊　＊　＊

“Today… I thought, I’m glad to be alive.
Sitting beside you, solving problems,
wishing ‘I hope we do well’—
that wish lit a new flame inside me.”

That flame never went out.
It rang within my chest like a tiny Christmas bell.

He looked astonished,
then gently wrapped my hand in his.

“…Thank you.
Anything you choose for me is a treasure.”

In that instant, I was no longer
someone who only envied from afar.

I was—
“a person who, under the winter sky,
had found love for the first time,
and could weave the same song with someone precious.”

On Christmas Eve, the light swayed softly,
overlapping our shadows,
as if offering its quiet blessing.

🎄2. The title is in your heart... I want you to tell me that Christmas miracle.

Đường đến ngày vinh quang - Bức Tường

Bên Ấy Bên Này - Long Cao

Về lại con phố ấy, có người thân.
Tìm lại đêm tháng 4 mưa dầm...
Tìm mẹ trên phố xưa, gánh hàng rong, nơi tuổi thơ nghèo.
Về lại con phố ấy, có người thương.
Tìm người em gái xa xôi ngày nào.
Thành thị loang khói bay ngỡ màn sương, giăng phủ xa mờ.

Có những mùa đông lạnh, mà nghe sao ấm áp.
Chiếc áo mẹ đan rộng dài.
Có những niềm vui giản dị nồi cơm than ấm mẹ chờ,
Tiếng bước chân cha về từ chiến trường.

Về lại con phố ấy, có người thương.
Tìm người em gái xa xôi ngày nào.
Thành thị loang khói bay ngỡ màn sương, giăng phủ xa mờ.

Có những mùa đông lạnh, mà nghe sao ấm áp.
Chiếc áo mẹ đan rộng dài.
Có những niềm vui giản dị nồi cơm than ấm mẹ chờ,
Tiếng bước chân cha về từ chiến trường...
Có những mùa xuân ngập tràn trong đôi mắt ấy,
Biết lúc mẹ tan chợ chiều.
Có những lời ca dịu dàng trôi qua năm tháng xanh ngời,
Ước mơ sống yên bình cùng gia đình.

Về lại con phố ấy, có người thương.
Tìm người em gái xa xôi ngày nào.
Tìm lại em cốm thơm nức bàn tay, mong ngày tôi về...
Thành thị loang khói bay ngỡ màn sương, giăng phủ xa mờ.

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