I don’t know if it’s the feeling of lost or lonely. Taking the road alone back to a house but not my real home reminds me of the days back in Sing, when I had to do things on my own and all alone, just waited for the day to have his hand holding mine so bad… No matter how strong one could be, there’s still time to feel vulnerable and weak. Like this moment, I really want to have a hand to hold, to make me feel all safe and warm.
