Friday, November 30, 2007
Some Birthday
Somewhere there is a river, looking for a stream. Somewhere there is a dreamer, looking for a dream. Sometimes, people will wait forever just for a moment like this. Somehow, it feels not abit like how it should. Somewhat, the excitement is less than its expected. Somebody must be real sad tonight.
Something tells me that it is me.
Something tells me that it is me.