death
Thursday, November 03, 2005
"Shaiful & Nana - My Angel (Tribute to Eunice Lee)"(Shaiful Nizam)
Once upon a time,when the sun was shining fine,I met a special angel,a beautiful pretty angel,she taught me to hold on,and gave me strength to carry onIt all seemed too good,too good to be the truth,God is taking my angelmy beautiful pretty angelhow would I cope,when I've lost my source of hopeCHORUSI wish you're doing finein a better place than this I wish you peace of mind in a better place than this I know you're homeIn a better place than thisNow that she's gone,I'm gone with her,gone in my heart,right through this heartI would never be,never be the same old meCHORUS X2I'm praying for your soul,and for you to make me whole,I'm really missing my angel,my beautiful pretty angel...Hold on
(©Air-PooL)__________________________________________________________________
Today i was chatting with my friend in MSN.
We were actually talking about death.
She believed that the live and death is already being planned.
and i, i actually agreed with hers.
I was once believed that nothing is being planned, they are all depended
on how we deal with it.....but this concept has been destroyed since
someone closed to my heart has become ashes and can never open her eyes anymore.
I started to afraid....not afraid of death.....but the God fate that is unpredictable and can never be changed by the warm bloods easily...
I feel cold....all the time when i am alone now..i am no longer in love with loneliness ...
Then, i realise that humans are often too passionate til they could not bear with sorrow...
and all kind of feeling that is out of their calculations.
Yet though i know that sometimes we would face something that we wish we will never meet with it...but God is sometimes mean cause he want us learn to be tough in life.
Attending a funeral is the first lesson that God teach me to love my own life.
Seeing her slept forever is the second lesson that God teach me .....howis the feeling of heartbroken....
The only solution to get rid of sorrow is to get rid of love....
But, humans, can never hide themselves from love....a truly passionate.....