A small drop of milk from my first mate
Looking back at the bowl that we used to share together
Pure and simple
Why we tends to glance at the tokens of "past and future" ?
There’s something that we can learn from those immortal years,
We didn’t have "yesterdays"
and
We didn’t have "tommorows" yet
Those probably the way to cherish every seconds of "today".
Just when you thought that it is safe to say "i quit", another "li’l plastic-bringer of joy" knock my eye lids..
Time for me to empty another ‘green’ space at the shelf..
I guess what my ‘brothers’ said to me is true, that i can not end my crusade to shelter these li’l piece of happiness.
But..almost out of room, damn too many toys..gotta stop.
No time to feel the blue, ‘cos here come the ‘green, green grass of joy’
"HULK SMASH!!!!"
Another drop of golden ray
More chopped liver served on a silver tray
Solid steel and fragile clay
The stone is where the sword will stay
A luminous shard is what the dragon try to gain
White and blue are the colors of my bane
