Luyện nghe bài hát Recessional

"It's so here," she says,
"This now and this moment, now."
And I thought I would find her here:
Flannel and satin, my four transformed.
But she's looking at me, to center,
No at all for any other thought.

And I know I don't want this, oh, I swear I don't this.
a reason not to want this but I forgot.

In the terminal she on my shoulder,
falling forward, mouth all askew.
Fluorescent announcements beat their wings
"Passengers missing, looking for you."
And she through the noise, her weight against me,
Face into the corduroy grooves.

it means nothing, maybe it means nothing,
Maybe it nothing, but I'm afraid to move.

And the words: everything and nothing.
I to search for her in the offhand remarks.
Who are you, coffee, no sugar?
Who are you, echoing street
Who are you, the stranger in the of a lover,
Dark drawn by the passage of time?

Oh, words, like rain, how the sound.
"Well anyway," she says, "I'll see you around..."