because late nights induces in me a sensitivity like no other.
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寂寞星球的玫瑰她最珍貴
小王子愛著玫瑰每天澆水
卻不能體會玫瑰其實憔悴
柔弱的小小玫瑰害怕心碎
天真用刺來防衛針鋒相對
怕幸福太美樂極會生悲
reminds me of the book "the little prince" which makes me cry every time i read the ending.
heartrenching songs, i will never be not affected by them.
when night has fully drawn
its veil of darkness
across a livid sky,
when the stars have settled
into their turn
to take silent vigil,
then come
to the top
and look there
where tiny cars
seem insignificant
streaks of light,
intermittent scratchings
across a canvas of quiet
("High Rise" by Koh Buck Seng)
just cause i love singapore poetry.