Kluang Station

The memory rewinds to old days,
The precious moment we lost in flying time,
we found the smiles that so familiar before.






A coffee taste bitter but sweet,
braided a dream in the air.
A dream we shared before,
in the young momentum,
on the play ground with holler and laughter.










When we squander the springtime,
while we wonder the future to be.
We stood in the station,
remembering the old taste.











The past aint missing any pieces.
It tells the story of golden age,
the meaning of eternal friendship.








Kluang, Johor - 7~8/06/2008
(photos thanks to Sze Horng)

没有人知道

安乐的日子不会过得太久.
四季都轮转, 何况是人生.
没有要求到达颠峰,
平坦都做不到.
驰骋在海陆空,
小鸟都会有烦恼.
明天会有我的名额,
今晚我想听上帝说.
活着不由我管,
死了我理不到.
这一回我还走着,
不久看到的是什么.
如果下一次没有机会,
让我数完我的遗憾.