When the stars touch the sky. I sit on the rooftop. Looking at the sky go blue. Singing a new song. Thinking a new melody. Hoping a new breathe. A twinkle touches the ray of moon sky. A new star is born…
But what about here and now Anjie? Stars fade, the moon wanes, the Sun sets... what about this... this moment - unending and long? where does it go? what does it bring?
But what about here and now Anjie? Stars fade, the moon wanes, the Sun sets... what about this... this moment - unending and long? where does it go? what does it bring?
ReplyDeletehmm.. little H. we shall talk about that in detail.
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