Looking at the Window

Looking the window,
I see sadness and sorrow,
hopeless and black hollow.

Who's the one that knocking my window?
I stand up and pull the curtain,
and not surprise,
it's him that came over to visit me,
during this wee lonely hour,

where everyone sleep through their sweet and wonderful dream,
some having white fair unicorn in their tiny childhood dream,
while some others had their white mighty knight in his shiny silver armor that
could easily strikes one naked eye.

soaring in my wildest dream,
i looked at the window,
and it's him, it's him...
caring and kind,
that i always wished for.

outside the window,
when he noticed me,
he went away just like a gust of swift wind...
where is him?

and i see stars,
colorful ones, white, yellow, orange,
all blinking their way out into my soul,
and the celestial sound playing through my ears.

seems like i had found back my fond memories,
of my childhood in that splendid time of my life.
everything, seems like so yesterday...
memories flows back into my lonely heart,
that i had searched through the dark...

echoes ....
seems like joining my current life with the past,
magically bonding the dark and the light,
the sea and the hill,
and it all become my memories... of my life,

it might had been thrown behind and beyond,
and beyond the skies nor over the horizon,
but the echoes still reflecting on,
inside my heart...

but what is important...
that ...
As long i remember the fond memories that had always accompany me throughout these years.

期待

人生本来就是充满期待，

但往往，人生过着的就是等待，

期待与等待，

有时，期待和等待。

只会让人希望时间过得更快，

但却不舍得时间的离去，

人就是矛盾的动物。

winter or summer,

it's just like a mirror,

falling through the mountain cliff,

i see people who are still struggling to climb up,

this is the thing i wonder,

why life could be such a loser,

when people came from places,

that no one actually care and wonder,

how i wish life were easier,

but the fact seems so fake and harder,

than anything that come to my ear.

struggle and ponder,

how and why should my life will make me better.

living in the concrete jungle,

struggle to end the rat race,

and tried to live happily ever after,

with people i fond the most,

but life seems to be unpredictable,

with sands and storms,

thorns and spikes,

blocking and disturbing

for the destiny that i wanted for.

life might be lonely,

as if a human body with empty soul in it.

i had wonder and ponder hard

am i a zombie?

or should i call myself one?

sometimes i tried to go through all the hardship

with only me and myself.

and end up being beaten by myself too.

seems like being someone is harder than i thought,

while living in the shadow of my own.

or not...

travel so far...

from a place that have a fond memory,

i tried to smile and tried to endure,

the challenge seems unbearable and cruel,

i still act tough and continue

hopefully everything will be fine,

i know it will.

the moment might be suffering

and heart burning,

i believe time will wash everything away

especially the bad ones.

pretty please?

你。。。

你还是你吗？

还是你已经改变了？

渐渐的，我不认识你了。。。

你还认得出自己是谁啊？

你好像一只怪物。

没人会喜欢你的。

我也不知道，

最靠近你的，

就是我，

每天每时每秒，

在你身边的，

就是我。

但我没发觉，

你变了，

变得好恐怖。

真的好恐怖

连我突然知道时，

我才知道。。

你变了

你不再是以前的你

为何你会改变的那样

真的，连我也怕了你。。。

你知道吗？

别人看不出，

但是偏偏就是他告诉了我，

你所做的一切，

好像动物。。。

都不如

心灵的关怀呢？

为何变得那么样？

你还是你吗？

我真的很怀疑，

我也有点不相信你了。

我可以和你绝交吗？

我很害怕，

你会把我也吞噬。

会吗？

真的对你失望，

内心的忏悔，

我希望你能觉悟

我希望你能看开

不要再犯错了

真的。。

真的。

起来吧。。

醒来吧。

是什么把你弄成那样？

社会吗？

金钱吗？

压力吗？

权利吗？

你自己知道吗？

有还是人吗？

你有用“心”去过活吗？

还是就这样的过？

男人啊，男人。。

你到底是用身体的哪里一部分

去思考的？

难怪别人说，

男人如果没用“心”来思考，

就犹如一只禽兽，

你就是其中一个。。。

真的，我对你很失望。。

我希望你能清醒。。

好吗？

以前的你在哪里？

回来好吗？

我永远都在等你。。。

Malacca - St Paul Church and St Francis Xavier

St. Paul's Church which built on 1521 and was rebuilt on 1566 stand at the top of St. Paul's hill of the A Famosa fortress.

One of the many gravestones inside St. Paul Church.

and part of the A Famosa Fort

going to the endless day

I see shadow of mine

and it's so tiny

and felt so muddy

everything seems so different

when you're sick

and endlessly seeking for medication

and from there, knowing something new

sick, should we be glad or not?

for knowing that ,

we were still alive

and those viruses were still able to attack us.

life is like a cup,

it might be full and

we can continue to pour in more

and it would be able to get new input

but to leak out...

so empty the cup

and we will be able to make the cup full again..

even thought bit by bit..

Falling on the rainbow,

where I sang the song before,

it's like a dream,

that none of you who knows,

it's so simple,

yet it's so hard to let go

why would anyone,

tie on the lovely dove?

everyone deserve to fly

and find their own kind,

but when one only could get one,

everything seems fine.

somehow, not ever one are that kind

and wish to find more eden on their mind.

dreaming is something,

and getting is another,

which this little donkey,

would never ever,

wonder what and how

it will get,

the things it ever know.