3 in the morning, the lads are singing in the conference as if there's nothing to care about. I'm here, lying on the bed restlessly. Trying to think as many reasons on why I shouldn't sing because the lads are begging me to. And sooner or later, I'll be drifting into sleep— slowly. As I pondered on some things I should and could be doing now.. the pair of drowsy eyes suddenly shuts swiftly. A film of exquisite motions appeared in front of me and a recount that I had done in primary school was heard in the background. A vast amount of the motions are nothing more than my previous life. It was too gratifying to be true.
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