Touch a flower and smell the pollen,
One so often that I wonder whether she has fallen,
One and twice she said she'd sneezed,
For it's true that she was who I'd miss.

In this day of endeavour I am fighting,
Hoping that all these brings some meaning,
Every day it seems like ending,
But the truth is that God has His planning.

For each day I shall fight,
That one day I'll see the light,
With all my may and all my might,
I shall one day find the path of my life's flight.

-David Chan-
21/08/2003