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
