I am the one last star
that keeps burning,
so brightly
till it fades into
the rising sun...
And if you see,
you'll see me shining
high above the sky...
I am the only one voice
in the cold wind,
that whispers...
And if you listen,
you'll hear me calling
across the sky...
Sunday, February 19, 2006
send my grandparents off early this afternoon.
shown them some of the new facilities while waiting.
- the mrt station -
memories flashed across my brain during then.
still remember the 1st time i took mrt to airport was slightly over 2 years ago
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and thats the only time till now...
everything is still the same but people around me have already changed.
somehow i miss it but i just have to miss it.
moment enchanted @16:44