May

Dedicated to Tham May Wan who due to some special reasons, refuse to tell me something important. So, i use this to piss her off, hehe... Call me irresponsible, call me childish XD

Descends from nowhere,

With the voice so thin,

With the motion barely noticeable.

She walks right through me,

Like ghost, like enigma, like reality

When our paths cross, 

Dreamlike intermediate are spontaneously generated,

Reality becomes unbelievable, magical time.

We sing the song of magics,

Of friendship, of life

Converging our path is,

the common path, i see no end to it,

Illusions? Hallucinations?

She whispers, May is yet to come,

Let's toast for the life,

Let's toast for the bets,

And finally, let's toast for her apparition.