A long time ago, I wrote a letter to a friend. In it, I wrote a rhyme. It was something like this:
I am, among the sky of stars, a wanderer.
The endlessness, it stretches out forever.
Traveling clouds, they hide my treasure,
And in the emptiness, lie countless pretenders.
But I know what I seek, for you showed it to me.
When I find it, then a wanderer, I will no longer be.
Since then, the wanderer has learnt that it's dangerous to stop and ask for advice.
1 comments:
haha. this has nothing to do with ur rhyme. with regards to ur previous post, i am gald u spelt my name right. rima. its refreshing how u didnt make a simple 4-letter word any simpler. haha.
anyways, so now that you have finally grown up, act it! haha.
happy birthday Kua Neng.
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