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4/7/05

walking,
to where I can’t be strike by the sun
sniff back to avoid falling
and I wished, somebody is with me
but I don’t know why it took so long
‘till my bones are broken?

Am so happy
Whenever I’m with myself
Well I can’t push that day to come
To be with somebody and
Watch the sunset coming down.

My day was almost done
My sweat had dried me off
Oh how I wish, there’s someone there, waiting
To twist my cheek and kiss!

On my thin bed
I feel myself
I feel my murdered feets, I can taste it
But I can’t wait
For the sunset to come down and watch
With somebody.