One day plus a few hours.
Time is the essence.
But it just doesn't seem right.
I really got to go.
When now i feel so low.
Ain't really feel like blogging,
And also rhyming.
But i just need to do some story telling,
To tell my friends that i'm leaving.
An isolated Beach.
Maybe life is hard.
Maybe water is not enough to soften it mr fong. :)
Wave goodbye to you.
Everyone, the one that care.