Hello There...

8am | Hello there, C is her name but i cant recognize her anymore. I could still remember the first scene at the park. It played so well and freezes everything. Today i woke up to an empty white box. Musing are those beautiful chirping birds and golden branches. Why they sing for me no more? I see green now. Green is the colour i love most when im seventeen. Back then i will always painted my garden golden green. Everything will shines, sparkles and gleam. Birds will come to sing and dance. Music were everywhere. Rainy days are inevitable but the sun will never fail to come out and dry up everything. Suddenly i heard they are calling me again....