Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

Friday, September 5, 2025

Music by Ly Binh Son: "The Tomorrow of My Life"


 

Truth, Goodness, Beauty… are these not the quiet longings that dwell deep in every human heart? In the dimension of space and time we know, the past is what has already slipped away—impossible to hold on to. The future has yet to come—still beyond our grasp. Only the present is here, alive, unfolding before us in each moment of our lives. The wise have often reminded us to treasure the present, to act with goodness and righteousness here and now, so that peace and happiness may truly take root. And yet, how many of us can completely let go of thw past, or keep ourselves from dreaming of the future? Especially when we live in difficult realities, it is natural to yearn for a gentler yesterday and to hope for a brighter tomorrow. In times of hardship, I drew comfort and strength from the saying: “After the rain, the sky will clear.” I told myself I must not lose heart, must not give up, and must persevere with faith and hope. More important than anything else is to keep nurturing a heart of love, kindness, and optimism… even when the world shifts, even when people change. For perhaps only love—love for all beings, born from the human heart—will remain forever etched in the universe? I invite you to listen with me… “The Tomorrow of My Life.”

- Ly Binh Son, USA 

 

YouTube link: https://youtu.be/jgkPFh7msUo?si=5ZArm5CNupq4bOhV

Tuesday, July 29, 2025

About the song "Missed Date" by Ly Binh Son

 


There are times when life doesn't quite go as planned, and we often let our hearts drift back to beautiful memories of yesteryear.

"Missed Date" is one such memory – I'm not sure if I'd call it sad or happy.

Many years ago, when I was a law student, I was supposed to have a date with a girl at a park near my home. She was the neighborhood "beauty queen" – dimpled cheeks, gentle, pure, and innocent.

Normally, we'd meet up now and then, before her dad got home from work. She was smart, so her timing of our rendezvous was always spot-on!

That day, I waited and waited. Dusk was already drawing near, but I didn't see her at all. My heart filled with worry, wondering if the little neighborhood "beauty queen" had run into trouble, or if she was with someone else. Why didn't she come, like all our previous dates?

Back then, there were no cell phones, no text messages, no Facebook Messenger. It was only the next day at school that I found out her dad unexpectedly had come home early the previous afternoon. And so, she had to miss our date.

As for me, I was left with that memory. And during those lonely days without her, I'd remember that one afternoon when she couldn't show up. The very last time, it was I who missed our date, because I had to be gone for a very long time. It was wartime, and I never got to come back to her.

- Ly Binh Son, USA

YouTube link: 
https://youtu.be/hGx0lBEV6Ys

English translation from Vietnamese lyrics Missed Date Music & lyrics by Ly Binh Son 

 Evening falls upon the stone bench Brushed by sunlight in the park's corner Silent footsteps wander past yearning for a glimpse of someone dear The promised hour has arrived yet no beloved silhouette is in sight So sulky feelings well up within me while sorrow deepens endlessly Longing for you to come to share in our joy You never came leaving me alone in anguish Leaves and petals drift and tumble down in this melancholy dusk Why didn't you come leaving me worried and heartbroken? Or have you forgotten our dream all too soon? The old bench now dampened by evening dew with only my shadow This evening on the stone bench I hear the wind weeping all around lulling my spirit to wander lost feeling my soul immersed in loneliness…

 

Monday, June 30, 2025

Love song by Ly Binh Son: "May I Hold Your Hands"

 

My memory of my kind mother's fragrant hands, patiently spoon-feeding me as a child, never fades. How I remember her warm, gentle hand leading me to school for the very first time, a strange place where my heart felt completely at peace, knowing my mother was there... And my paternal grandmother's soft hand gently stroking my back, lulling me to sleep on those sweltering summer afternoons... For any child, what happiness could compare to being cherished and doted on by a mother, a grandmother, by women overflowing with unconditional love? 

When I started high school and got into the public school Pétrus Trương Vĩnh Ký, all I saw were... boys. I quickly got permission from my family to find extra classes in math, physics, chemistry, foreign languages, music, and so on, that had both boys and girls... Oh, the atmosphere was much more fun, much fresher... because of the presence of those "little flowers". 

Looking at the tiny, pretty hands of my female classmates, my heart fluttered with a longing to hold them. After a few days of thinking, I found a way: I started to read lots of books on palm reading! Because I had a motive, it was easy for me to memorize all the profound techniques taught in the books. So, the girls willingly offered their delicate, soft, beautiful little hands for me to hold. They excitedly urged me: "Help read my fortune, Sơn!", "Please, read my palm, Sơn!"... Oh my, a strange, floaty feeling seeped into my heart and mind... "The fortune teller" barely remembered what to say. Holding a girl's hand, I fumbled for a while before calming down. Otherwise, I would have forgotten everything I'd read and might have lost those adorable, charming little "clients." 

Years passed, and growing up in turbulent times, when visiting relatives and acquaitances in the hospital, I saw the nurses, doctors, and medical staff working tirelessly, without minding the effort. I secretly admired those hands that soothed countless wounds and healed so many in pain and suffering. 

On some weekend strolls or at the movies, I saw on screen a beautiful woman with exquisitely fair hands, captivating a valiant lord and causing an entire kingdom and its palaces to tremble.
 
In real life, the hands of countless women in society have gradually become hardened and withered over time from hard work in all professions to help support their families, from managing housework to preserve their warm nests, from tending the backyard garden and front lawn to make them even more vibrant, and so much more. Then there are women who are not only beautiful on the outside but also possess beautiful souls: personally cooking meals, wrapping charity gifts, lovingly embracing orphans in their arms, and comforting many lonely elderly people. Along with their minds, hearts, and smiles, they are beautifying this world with their hands. 

We truly cannot fathom what society would be like or where humanity would end up without the wondrous hands of women.

My deep admiration and love for those wonderful hands can never be fully expressed in words. I wish to offer a token of my gratitude through the song "May I Hold Your Hands."
 
- Ly Binh Son, USA 
 
 
Watch on Youtube: https://youtu.be/pDh57oL2nGE 

 

Song Lyrics:

May I hold your hands, my dear,


To warm this heart that’s been lonely for years.


Each night in my dreams, your beauty shines bright,


And your hands, the loveliest sight.

 

Oh, won’t you soon give me your hands, so soft, velvet-like,


Let me kiss them with all the love I hold inside.


Why turn away now, your eyes so young and shy,


Stirring my thoughts with a quiet sigh.

 

Those gentle hands could leave hearts entranced,


Their grace and poise could sway kingdoms and lands.


So sweet their scent, it stills the drifting clouds,


Such tender touch, the purest healing shrouds. 

Rough, calloused hands that help flowers bloom,


Bravo, beloved hands, now and forevermore!


 

Let me cradle your sacred, cherished hands,


A trace of fragrance, my blissful spirit expands.


Don’t you worry if they’re not soft or fair,


Let me hold and kiss them with my truest care.

 

Link for this post:  http://www.lybinhsonofficial.com/2025/06/love-song-by-ly-binh-son-may-i-hold.html 

Wednesday, January 3, 2024

Song by Ly Binh Son: "The Morning Dewdrop"

 

"The Morning Dewdrop" is one of my favorite compositions. One early morning, I was out doing hard labor along with other men who were in the same situation as mine. The forest and mountain were so vast, one couldn't see the horizon. All seemed endless. Like time. Holding the hoe - I was thin and weak then - I looked faraway. Then I looked closer. Oh, on the plants and grass right under my feet, there was something wondrous. Dewdrops were still lingering on a blade of grass. So sparkling. So gorgeous. And the trees and grass around me were so green and fresh. A tiny dewdrop, though its existence utterly short, still benefited the world. Therefore we, despite all adversities, must overcome them to survive and lead beneficial lives, so as not to waste a lifetime as human beings. That is the message that I'd like to convey. Actually, it is common to view anything we created to be our "favorite", because it came from our heart and mind, as our own child (in spirit). I am not a professional composer, but I was moved by the surrounding at the time and this song was born. I'm thankful for the lovely dewdrops of that year. And I thank you for listening. - Ly Binh Son, USA

 

🎶 Listen on Youtube:  

 
"The Morning Dewdrop" (with lyrics & English subtitles)

"The Morning Dewdrop" (Instrumental)

Wednesday, August 30, 2023

Love song by Ly Binh Son: "Deserted Evening"

 


In a secluded valley amidst a dreary mountainous jungle, after a long day of hard labor, I was able to have a few minutes of rest. 
 
Casting my eyes downward toward a pond that evening, I saw a school of fish swimming leisurely, and up in the sky, a flock of birds was taking flight to return to their warm nests... 
 
At that poignant moment, I had quietly wished for a small family with a partner, a place in which there would be love, sharing and support for each other.... 
 
Even strong-willed and resilient men would feel overwhelmingly surrounded by the utter desolation, loneliness and longing, let alone some women who, like fragile flower petals swept in the great storm of the times, unfortunately had to be apart from their husbands or sweethearts and endure an empty room night after night in deep yearning... 
 
Touched by their situation, I composed the song "Deserted Evening"... 
 
- Ly Binh Son, USA
 
 

Tuesday, August 29, 2023

Love song by Ly Binh Son: "Little Girl of Yesteryear"


Once upon a time, there was a little girl with sparkling brown eyes who lived near my home.

When she was eight years old, her family requested that I help tutor her, and I was happy to do so for a few years. Until one scorching summer.

The end of that year, there was an order for national mobilization, all hands on deck. I entered the academy to become an officer and was eventually assigned to station in a distant town.

Years passed, the little girl was gradually growing up. She frequented and comforted my mom, who was all alone. My future at the time seemed rather bleak. She stayed around and helped my mom with household chores, asking from time to time, "Auntie, when will Brother be coming home?" The two women, one old and one young, silently looked at each other; there had been sighs of grief. 

Six years later, I was able to be reunited with my loved ones. The day I came back was also her wedding day!

At age 17, she reluctantly married someone she didn't love. Things were due to her circumstance and the era we were in.

"Why didn't you come home sooner?" she softly blamed me.

Her face was imbued with a touch of sadness. I was flustered and taken aback, for I didn't expect that girls could develop such deep affection at their young age. It was sweet and lovely, but it was already too late.

Till this day I still remember her brown, round eyes.

I hope that your path in life has been filled with happiness, Little Girl of Yesteryear... 

There was a cute little girl who used to pout

I brought her gifts each time I came by her house

She’d softly blink her round eyes, as if to say:

“This doll you gave me, oh it makes my day!”

Fireworks lit the sky, bright and clear

Lanterns glowed—a wedding was near

Time passed us by, and I failed to see:

A girl I once knew, now a bride-to-be.

Oh, little girl of yesteryear
Your sad eyes met mine, with gentle blame and silent tears
I was chasing the winds, young and free,
Unaware that you were withering, waiting endlessly
The betel leaves of betrothal were given, but not by me.

There are nights when I lie awake
My hair now silvered by time’s frosty ache
In wintry darkness, my shadow—forsaken, lonely
The little girl of yesteryear no longer waits for me…

 

Wednesday, June 21, 2023

Las Vegas: Most Popular City to Visit in the US

 

Dear Friends,

Las Vegas is not all about gambling. 

If we choose to look, Las Vegas does offer a wide array of wholesome entertaining activities, amazing sights and architectural delights, no wonder it is considered the most popular city to visit in the United States and among top tourist destinations in the world. Every year Las Vegas hosts about 39 million visitors worldwide. It is as well one of my favorite places on Earth.

From space, the brilliant lights on Las Vegas Strip are visible. That knowledge gives us, perhaps, an expansive sense of interconnectedness with the universe, a humbling sentiment about our place in it, and a profound appreciation of our beautiful planet and her diverse denizens. 

Please enjoy and take care. 

Watch on youtube:

Song at the end of video is titled "I'm Dreaming of You" by Candelion featuring Cody Francis 

What‌ ‌if‌ ‌the‌ ‌world‌ ‌had‌ ‌more‌ ‌of‌ ‌your‌ ‌smile?‌ ‌ 
What‌ ‌if‌ ‌the‌ ‌wind‌ ‌could‌ ‌spread‌ ‌your‌ ‌love?‌ ‌ 
What‌ ‌if‌ ‌your‌ ‌sweetness‌ ‌could‌ ‌reach‌ ‌everyone?‌ ‌ 
There'd‌ ‌be‌ ‌no‌ ‌wars ‌ 

Maybe‌ ‌the‌ ‌birds‌ ‌will‌ ‌sing‌ ‌'bout‌ ‌your‌ ‌heart‌ ‌ 
Maybe‌ ‌the‌ ‌trees‌ ‌will‌ ‌whisper‌ ‌the‌ ‌words‌ ‌ 
Maybe‌ ‌the‌ ‌sun‌ ‌will‌ ‌spread‌ ‌your‌ ‌joy‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌ones‌ ‌ ‌ 
Who‌ ‌lost‌ ‌their‌ ‌hope ‌ 

You‌ ‌fill‌ ‌my‌ ‌head‌ ‌with‌ ‌roses‌ ‌ 
I‌ ‌can't‌ ‌help‌ ‌but‌ ‌dream‌ ‌away‌ ‌ 
Standing‌ ‌on‌ ‌a‌ ‌field‌ ‌with‌ ‌you‌ ‌ ‌ 
And‌ ‌flowers‌ ‌everywhere ‌ 

Maybe‌ ‌there‌ ‌is‌ ‌a‌ ‌star‌ ‌with‌ ‌your‌ ‌name‌ ‌ 
One‌ ‌thing‌ ‌I‌ ‌know‌ ‌is‌ ‌that‌ ‌there‌ ‌should‌ ‌be‌ ‌ 
There‌ ‌is‌ ‌no‌ ‌one‌ ‌who‌ ‌has‌ ‌a‌ ‌heart‌ ‌as‌ ‌pure‌ ‌ 
No‌ ‌none‌ ‌like‌ ‌yours ‌ 

Ooh‌ ‌ooh‌ ‌ooh‌ ‌ 
I'm‌ ‌dreaming‌ ‌of‌ ‌you‌ ‌ 
Ooh‌ ‌ooh‌ ‌ooh‌ ‌ 
I'm‌ ‌dreaming‌ ‌of‌ ‌you,‌ ‌ I'm‌ ‌dreaming‌ ‌of‌ ‌you,‌ ‌
I'm‌ ‌dreaming‌ ‌of‌ ‌you‌ ‌ I'm‌ ‌dreaming‌ ‌of‌ ‌you,‌ 
‌I'm‌ ‌dreaming‌ ‌of‌ ‌you,‌ ‌ I'm‌ ‌dreaming‌ ‌of‌ ‌you‌ ‌ ‌

Saturday, June 17, 2023

Love song by Ly Binh Son: "Rainy Evening Stroll"

 
About my composition of this song...

Have you ever been lived apart from society against your wishes? 
 
I'd gone through this experience, the utter loneliness was overwhelming. I had no choice but to let my mind wander back to memory lanes; in particular there was one rainy evening in my youth when I was taking a stroll with my sweetheart. 
 
She was petite and pretty, her eyelashes long, her skin fair and glowing. She was sweet and gentle, beside her my heart fluttered more than a bit. 
 
My happiness was short-lived for it was wartime and I was transferred to a distant town. 
 
Central Vietnam at the time was gloomy, the torrential rain there could sink many a heart. I still thought about her and longed for her. 
 
My sweetheart stayed back in the warmth and sunshine of Saigon. She began to love somebody else. 
 
I could never blame her. She did what she thought was right. But, of course, I was sad. Perhaps it was my fault that I went away and didn't stay by her side? Perhaps we were not meant to be. 
 
Nonetheless, at least more than once in my life, I'd taken a "rainy evening stroll" with a girl I loved... 
 
I hope you enjoy the music written from my heart. 

- Ly Binh Son, USA
 
Watch on youtube: https://youtu.be/hSuPmuVnPhM