ferlinfie

IT's alL ab0ut yesTerdAy
Deep from the heart
       Some signs appeared
       Some words appeared
But I've forgotten some
   
Some that leave for me

I've put the last thing I know in this room
I close the door. A wooden door.
Inside, it's all bout Hong.
That's the last thing presence to God yseterday
And all stored in that room.
       Leave and never intend to open it anymore.

With no direction
With no guidance
I walk through the path

Still
I know
I can do
I can do something
I can do something with my both hand