somehow

sometimes i took out a carton of eggs from the fridge,

i look at it and think that maybe one day i'll crack the egg and a little baby chicken will fall out

i will wash him off and raise him indoor

and then.....

then i will have a friend

i'm not really sure how u r doing right now but i know i lost the right to know that

when i think of u and me and what we shared,

i know it's easy for someone to dismiss our time together as simply as a by product of night and day

a fling that in the long run would mean nothing

but when our eye meets

there's a click

believe me i'm not a romantic person

but still there's something there and i couldn't look away

meeting u has make life strange

our story has three parts

the beginning, middle and end

although this is usually how stories goes, unfolding itself

i still can't believe it that we did not end ours with forever

sometimes it has to get ugly before it gets pretty

people want pretty much the same thing, they wanted to be happy

most young people seems to think that those things lay somewhere in the future

while most elder people believe it lays in the past

two people fell

despite differences

something rare and beautiful was created

things like this happened only once and every minute spend has been seared in memory

nothing that's worthwile is ever easy

if our conversation was the lyrics, laugther was the music, making time spend together a melody.. that could replayed over and over without getting stale

a summer wind that blew through the trees... a striking emerald look...

all of a sudden shooting star went by, and all i could think was they they were listening to us somehow.....