Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Past, Present, Future
I was listening to Mayday while lying on bed last night
All of a sudden, memories rushed back to my head. I don't how to explain it. Everything flashed past my eyes
The memories from 6A chalet was the clearest. Somehow. How I miss those awesome times
But I always tell myself to look forward. Don't look back
No matter how beautiful a flower may be, it will eventually wither away
Posted by trey at 2:56 PM
