Haven’t listened to Thu Phuong’s Nhu Mot Loi Chia Tay for a while. Came back to it yesterday and stoned myself in her narcotic rendition of “Mot Coi Di Ve.” It must be that big, throaty, bad-ass voice and the heartrending violin that bring out the melancholy. Life sure is much lighter when you buried it in your sleep because sleep is the cousin of death.
Hom nay ta say om doi ngu muon
De som mai day lai tiec xuan thi.