An sms received in the middle of the night,
by shee siaw
i was partly asleep, sleep not tight,
perhaps of the weather-beaten night,
or maybe of my unrest mind.
From your words,
i read your mind,
i could sense your loneliness,
surrounded by the strange faces,
heehawing, laughing for nothingness,
that's so for me, in the new country.
deep in my heart,
i felt the warmth of the burning desire,
pushing me to the top of the world.
i left you all with tears,
tears doesnt waste, sorrow turns into cheers,
i see us celebrating for real,
by the time of the re-union,
in where we get our great remuneration.