Just like when I entered the music, I don’t understand why every door can’t help but close because of me. Nearly a decade before Trinh Cong Son, Nguyen Dinh Toan helped me get acquainted with both poetry and music. I wonder what he sees in me, in my voice, in my singing. Military in the darkest hours when demons come poster. Everything about me is in the kind of no appointment but I am like a rhyming poem, an outdated song of a man who wrote poetry for the first time, wrote music. But I have not been denied. Even though not passionate acceptance is also acceptance. The door is just a little open, it means the door is not closed and I can enter.
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