Cakap sendiri

The past is dead. That's one had told me once.

That's the only thing that I keep on remember. I keep telling myself for not to regret on what I've done.


To my past,


could you please let me go?

I'm sick of gaining something that has already gone.




p/s: budak-budak yang karaoke kat bawah ni tak reti nak sedar ke suara dia orang tu TAK SEDAP langsung?! Darn!