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Đó là cái đẹp của sự trẻ trung, của tình yêu, của sự hi sinh, của cái chết.

Hỏi tôi sợ chết không á? Sợ chứ, và vì sợ nên tôi phải làm gì nó đáng một chút, tìm vui, tĩnh lặng bình yên, tĩnh lặng bình yên thực sự chứ không phải là ngoài lặng im trong đau tim nhá.

Tự dưng nhớ tới bài này, bạn bè mình chả thấy ai mê Brothers Four, mà cũng không sao…

Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing.
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago.
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them, every one.
Oh , When will they ever learn?
Oh , When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time passing.
Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time ago.
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone to husbands, every one.
Oh , When will they ever learn?
Oh , When will they ever learn?

Where have all the husbands gone?
Long time passing.
Where have all the husbands gone?
Long time ago.
Where have all the husbands gone?
Gone to soldiers, every one.
Oh , When will they ever learn?
Oh , When will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time passing.
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time ago.
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to grave-yards, every one.
Oh , When will they ever learn?
Oh , When will they ever learn?

Where have all the grave-yards gone?
Long time passing.
Where have all the grave-yards gone?
Long time ago.
Where have all the grave-yards gone?
Gone to flowers, every one.
Oh , When will they ever learn?
Oh , When will they ever learn?

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