5 O’CLOCK MORN
It’s 5 am of a new day, and the atmosphere chokes from the tears of the sky. I’m laying on my bed meditating. And during the process, I remember my damsel, the one I love…
Today is another 5 o’clock morn.
That brings the cold from heaven.
A hug is always a gift.
I miss being with my damsel.
I miss her despite of myself.
The birds in the sky meet, greet, and separate,
The seasons of the earth leave and return.
Life is like that, so why not relax?
Who can stop us from loving and making memories anyway?
When it’s noontime and the sun gives it heat
I’ll take some, put it in a bottle,
seal it tightly and store it on the shelf of my heart.
So when the night comes,
it’ll be a lantern to brighten my dark sky,
keep me warm and put a smile on my face.
But if our lives were predestined before we existed,
Are memories worth making?
If our lives were predestined before we existed,
Do we worth making memories out of it?
