i miss home.

while watching xing guang
many songs caught my heart
made me stop, pause, listen

lyrics are v impt to a song.
not just the words chosen
the pauses in between

the intricacies of the song
allow you to imagine an exact scenario
just by listening to a song

in ur mind
you can prob see the people
their clothes
the lone road
monochrome, colour
the drizzling rain
the tear at the corner of the eye
the smile
the huge sobs
the hugs
the stolen glances
the linked hands

this song struck a chord in me.

i am home.
but i guess where i miss
and where i want to go
is another home.
a home. where my heart was filled.
where my smiles were aplenty.

Betcha didnt know.
its been.
100 days.

想家

为什么一定要长大
为什么世界变得好复杂
我不想独自面对眼泪流下
我只想紧紧抱着他

为什么一定要长大
为什么都不说出真心话
我不想别人看穿我的倔强
我真的好想要回家

我真的好想要回家



i know i sound melancholic
but im okay. really.
i guess.
i just miss home.