When I open my eyes tomorrow
I hope everything is nothing but a dream oh
I hope everything is nothing more than a realistic dream.
I hope for you.
I still want you.
Even when I look back again, you, you're my love
Even if I look (at you) thousands of times, I'm, I'm your love
Approved by the heavens, you're my love
We've been separated for a while, that's all
Monday, August 30, 2004
cross-eyed with a huge headache...
aiyo! shi qian's part of the DPP has kinda tonnes and tonnes of scientific "qiem" words..... sharon and i see until wna k him liao..... did editing from 11+am to before PA2 lecture still cnt finish... upsetting lah.....
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