Happy
Every morning I get up and wonder if I'm gonna have a class with 32 that day.
Then I find myself in a foreign land, in an unfamiliar place.
It's beautiful, no doubt, scenes one would never see in Singapore.
But an aching...an aching...
and everyday, i go through it, with a comfort, knowing that our hearts are aching together as one.
and i am happy.
Then I find myself in a foreign land, in an unfamiliar place.
It's beautiful, no doubt, scenes one would never see in Singapore.
But an aching...an aching...
and everyday, i go through it, with a comfort, knowing that our hearts are aching together as one.
and i am happy.
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