My Little Country Club
[ Home ]Seasons may change
We turn like pages
It is impossible to expect things to stay eternity
When everything goes free
How come flowers blossom as they are born to die
Winter jasmine stays still like leaf being dyed
Young leaves spin in the yellow rain
Grass is ingrown under my veins
I am the candle in the wind
Being tied with my destiny
I won't lose my fantasy
That's my only legacy
If life is about timing, then what timing is about