Lãng đãng Lyrics – Đen

Lãng đãng Lyrics Meaning

[Verse 1]
Whenever he feels a bit down or discouraged, he turns to simple joys—hanging out with genuine, easygoing people, laughing freely, and connecting with nature. Going into the forest to breathe in the light scent of the mist helps him reset. He describes himself as someone drifting through life again, not in a lost way, but more like someone who’s just calmly observing and going with the flow. He admits he doesn’t write songs to heal people, because that’s not his skill—he’s not someone who can fix things like a tailor. Instead, he compares life to being like a tree, where everyone naturally sheds old parts and grows new ones. Life is full of choices, dreams, paths, and turning points. Good and bad moments just keep coming, and we meet them all on our own terms. Each day is like hunting and gathering—some things are sweet, others are bitter. Sometimes the road is lively, other times it’s lonely. He quietly gives thanks to the red sun and the bright moon, showing appreciation for simple blessings. He knows he’s lucky, so he’s stopped complaining. He’s let go of superficial layers, especially trends or styles he doesn’t even understand. He’s at a point where he’s not too young to be naive but not too old to stop dreaming either. And he suddenly realizes how protective he’s become of his time, maybe even a little stingy with it, because as he gets older, he sees how precious time really is.

[Chorus]
He keeps believing that one day, the path ahead will smooth out. Even when life still feels bumpy, he pushes forward without giving up. The dew on his eyelashes, a symbol of quiet sadness or struggle, is about to dry as the sun rises—things will get better. All he truly wishes for is peace in life, and with hands clasped together like a prayer, he keeps walking with hope.

[Verse 2]
At this stage in life, he no longer feels the need to prove himself. The tough ego he once carried has been let go. It took a long time for him to realize how small he actually is in the grand scheme of things, and that’s okay. Even if he doesn’t always get big lessons from his travels, he still picks up small treasures along the way. Now, even the tiniest joys feel precious—just being surrounded by grass and trees, soaking in sunlight, and letting the wind touch his skin makes him feel alive. He imagines absorbing sunlight like plants, full of life and energy, and craves the earth’s simple gifts like someone who’s been starving for days. There’s something magical about placing his hands on the soil, grounding himself, and remembering how many meals the Earth has provided. Each morning, he looks for one more reason to love life. And whether life loves him back doesn’t matter—he’s past that kind of doubt. To anyone listening—whether they hear clearly or only catch a bit—he wishes them peace with whatever burdens they carry. Yes, there are many responsibilities in life, but he chooses to find joy in them instead of being weighed down. The sadness will pass, because that’s how life is. At night, just lying down and hearing the flowers bloom, he hopes for peace for his little family.

[Chorus]
He holds on to the belief that the rough path ahead will eventually become smoother. Even when the road still looks tough and uneven, he keeps going with persistence. He talks about the dew on his eyelashes again, which is about to dry under the rising sun—it’s a small but powerful way to say that pain doesn’t last forever. He doesn’t ask for much, just peace. With his hands gently pressed together, like in a humble prayer, he keeps wishing for calm days. This part of the chorus repeats more intentionally, almost like a meditation or a personal reminder to stay steady. That quiet hope for inner peace never changes.

[Verse 3]
He’s asking the sun to shine on him, not just for warmth, but as a way to feel fresh and alive again. And when it does, he’s thankful—not arrogant or demanding, just quietly appreciative. There’s a special, almost spiritual moment when he touches a tree and feels deeply connected to it. Under the same sun, we’re all just humans, no borders, no race—just people. He wonders if there’s some higher being watching all of us, lost in our illusions and dreams, sailing aimlessly like we’re drifting near the Cape of Good Hope. We’re surrounded by land that holds us back and oceans that make escape difficult. Lying under the summer sky, watching stars, he remembers Earth is just a small flying dot in the universe. Nature’s design is wild and brilliant—it made sure we don’t all speak the same language. Every time he climbs out of a “well,” it feels like he’s in a deeper one, meaning every answer leads to more questions. Are we actually moving forward or just going in circles? He feels sad seeing how the news always has some new war or tragedy. But what can he do? He’s just one small person. So, he imagines himself as a tiny leaf, gently swinging on a high branch, asking the wind to blow softly—like a quiet prayer for peace in a chaotic world.

[Chorus]
Even when things feel uncertain and tough, he holds on to the belief that life’s path will one day become less rocky. He keeps moving forward with steady steps, knowing there will still be challenges, but never letting them stop him. The dew on his eyelashes, a quiet symbol of past pain, will soon dry as the sunlight comes—it’s a soft promise of hope. His only wish is for peace, for a calm life, and he expresses that desire with hands joined together like someone praying or showing respect. This chorus repeats again and again, almost like a personal chant, reinforcing that no matter how uneven or uncertain the journey gets, he’ll keep walking. It’s not about speed or success—it’s about staying grounded, patient, and hopeful. Each repetition is a way of reminding himself to stay focused on peace, to not be discouraged by the bumps, and to trust that things will slowly work themselves out.