|
her imperfect
scribbles of life.
|
|
|
Music;
Credits;
|
Sunday, January 29, 2012 12:50 AM Bishan Bishan,
Whenever I pass by Bishan I remembered the day You knelt in front of me, holding my knee cap tight together on that swing. At that sandy playground, I broke to you my darkest and dirtiest secret that even I try to deny. And you, accepted it with love. That,That is the story of Bishan. |