Stars.

"How many people here,
will ever reach heaven?

How many people here,
will ever touch the sky?

How many people here,
will ever felt the warmth of the stars?


How many?



Only me. To you.



I'm happy today.
I'm happy tomorrow.
I'm happy, endless happiness.


I'm happy today.
Don't ask me question."















Masih rasa seperti mimpi. Masih lagi bermain di mata. Masih lagi berlagu di hati. Masih lagi berdrama di jiwa. Jiwa yang tiada kepenatan apabila terkenangkan malam itu.