When we were young... (dedicated to miracles in December)
Description
How did this happened?
It was my fault, or was it?...
No, he left me. He left me. He left me.
I wonder what you're doing right now in this cold December night...
When we are suppose to share our beauty in music..
When we are suppose to joke around with each other...
When we are suppose to stay with each other....
Park Chanyeol....
Foreword
Over looking the Penang river with your elbows placed rightfully onto the ledge.
Your hair brushed past your shoulder shivering and on the verge of tangling.
You closed your eyes.
To find, you are still thinking of him after all these years in this cold December night.
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