Fingers & eyes: :pc:
Ears: :cd: Leslie Cheung :music:
Brain: :pissedoff:
When no hope is left,
Those remain are just like clouds.
Scattered around,
Anyone could claim what it is about.
Not a bull, nor it is a dog,
A new beginning, is what i thought.
In a flick of eyes, i am off,
After all i am not a child anymore...