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Life has not been easy As you drift apart for a reason You keep yourself busy Why I have to face all those season.
You missed all those days of green Past can never be seen. As you someday I’ll grow old And my hair will turn gold.
When the world takes me to the ground I imagine to try, To win over the crown I mettle and stand but cry.
Life brings us full of sorrow, Happiness we could borrow.
Chongtie Longshe Shiu.
Tsong’s. K. Yim