Monday, June 05, 2006

on my way to meet woiloon, a strong breeze kissed me.. the balding trees waved their arms enthusiatically, trying to get my attention. people were rushing off for lunch.. yet i was there strolling along, puffing out rings of "smoke"..
oh! it's winter.. sensational season.

the same incident happened yester-night. i felt bad about it. i felt bad that i could not make the situation any better. i felt bad that i could not help a friend anything more than asking are you ok. but anyway... im not gonna care much abt it.

take a look at the lyric. i love it.

FLY ME TO THE MOON- FRANK SINATRA
Fly me to the moon
Let me sing among those stars
Let me see what spring is like
On jupiter and mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby kiss me
Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you

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