Saturday, August 7

It's time to go

The day has come, for packing boxes
Dusty pictures with familiar faces
Put them down, better mow the lawn
Before the day is gone
One more look down the street
And playback all my memories

Oh clock, just stop for a second

I still see the kid inside the mirror

I'm all grown up, moving on

Life feels short, it used to feel long

The flying birds, reminds me

That sometimes we have to go

Something's waiting for me..

(Don't Fade Away, David Choi)

it's so you boy. Best of luck for you. God bless you.
I Love You.

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