A strange night at Kenting..
A woman claimed she would be a savior with her literature. She blossom her petals to show me her tenderness heart. I heard the poem she wrote with her dispassionate voice and tried to forget there’s another third person with us.
I just listened.. listened to whatever she wanted to tell me and gave her my sharpness opinions. I was very flattered to meet someone with sentimental soul, at the same time I sympathise her soul .. is trapped in this place.