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)