danny boy

honestly, i've never liked any folk song very much, but not until i heard Danny Boy.it's sort of sad, sweet and ... calming.

to me, this song is about a young boy, named (of course) Danny who had to go to war. thus he had to leave whoever it is, mother or girlfriend or a close friend. the persona assumed that she/he will be dead by the time Danny went back home

the melody is just one of the greatest i've ever heard of

and the lyrics are so so so sweet and beautifully arranged to convey the song's message 

i particularly like the version sung by this little guy many many years ago, 

who in recent times had turn into this very fine young man XD

summer dip

you smiled shyly

while brushing the golden locks off

your sweat-covered face

"come on

it's just us girls

and mother nature"

said Cherry

i just nodded

while quietly undoing the buttons

of my blue summer dress

well, it is good weather
with just right amount of

heat and moisture

it's a long journey here

and you figured

actually, what i think you figured

we can't just waste this time

just to add fats and calories into our system

you took off you pretty little hat

and with blushed cheeks

lowered the strapless dress so slowly

while Cherry cheekily

glued her eyes on your skin

as more and more exposed

when everyone's ready

off we go

An Evening

look, honey

she brought you an umbrella

why?

because you and her

are best friends forever

she got your back 

and you got hers

now that it's raining more than ever

please know that you'll still have each other

you can stay under her umbrella

and whisper whatever you want to hear

and go wherever you want to go

*smiles* 

 

but be sure to get back before the sun set

or your father will get mad

he'd want his little daughter to be home

when he's here, tired and need your affection

*nods*

*kiss*

*waves goodbye*

pretty little daisies

in my younger days

my favorite activity was

dozing off

no matter where

i don't care when

sleeping gives me comfort

napping gives me happiness

but alas, because i heart sleeping so much

my teachers hate me

though some prefer me over the noisy child

my friends ignore me

because they liked talking on and on and on

and

i missed someone

the one who

everytime i fell asleep

everytime i woke up

there they would be

pretty little daisies

with their sweet fragrance

and those makes me smiles

i couldn't ask

because

i couldn't talk

but

whoever that was

then

i'd like to thank you

in my world of silence and loneliness

your cute little act brings me happiness

the one i love the most

the one i love the most

was neither daddy nor mummy

was neither bobby nor sandy

but among us, she is the littlest

the one i love the most

well, you can say my love is unwelcomed

little time she would talk to me, the rest frowned

and that was nothing that i can boast

the one i love the most

stared blankly when i left for summer camp

i maybe mistaken but her cheeks looked damp

 nonetheless, i went there, thoroughly abused

the one i love the most

when i get home after a century of absence

jump at me with in her blue pools the happiest glance

mummy said the whole time i was badly missed

the one i love the most

smiled as her face stuck onto my chest

this moment was one i love the best

knowing his little sister also love him 'est among the rest

 

when he was a little boy...

a bubbly lad of six

of no worries

of no burden

he likes to wander alone

anticipating trifles of nature

which evening will it rain?

when will the tree bear fruits?

and he'd bring with him a stack of papers

carefully wrapped in plastic

just in case

and he'd sit so high on the building

 where, it doesn't matter

when, he doesn't care

how, only he knew

and he's carefully write words

beautiful words he heard

from mother to father

from sister to brother

from natasha to him

onto the pieces of papers

with them, he crafted airplanes

though with no engines

they flew so high

though with no use

they made the day more beautiful to some

Simple Pleasure of Her Life

she walked by
a window
and she smiled
savouring nature's youth
is her simple pleasure
of life

she went to
the main door
patting gently
the furry ball
until it blurted
a soft 'meow'
cuddly little things
is her simple pleasure
of life

she went down
the road
her gaze wasn't off
of him
being loved
is her simple pleasure
of life

she sat before
the screen
typing fast
pouring her heart out
being free
is her simple pleasure of life

sing to me

sing a bit more

because your voice is melody

because your words calm me

because now happiness isn’t free

so sing to me

sing a bit more

strawberry milk

strawberry is sour sweet

milk is tastelessly creamy

mix them two

you get strawberry milk

creamy sweetness glory

if your coldness

if my cherriness

be together

will it be as good as

heavenly strawberry milk?