The Rose - Bette Midler; Westlife

Some say love it is a river That drowns a tender reed Some say love it is a razor That lead your soul to bleed Some say love it is a hunger An endless aching need I say love it is a flower And you, it's only seed It's the heart afraid of breaking That never learns to dance It's the dream afraid of waking That never takes the chance It's the one who won't be taken Who can not seem to give And the soul afraid of dying That never learns to live When the night has been too lonely And the road has been too long And you think that love is only For the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter Far...

Angsa Kecil dan Rangkaian Bunga

Suatu sore, seekor angsa kecil berenang membelah sungai menghampiri ujung hilir yang tenang. Di sana, telah menanti dua angsa dewasa yang mulai tampak menua. Warna putih mereka memudar, seperti temaramnya sinar matahari kala itu. Setiap pagi, angsa kecil pergi bermain sedangkan angsa dewasa mengumpulkan makanan. Lalu sore hari, mereka akan berkumpul kembali di hilir. Seiring berjalannya waktu, angsa kecil tumbuh dan menemui kebahagiaan yang lain. Ia menemukan mata air jernih yang tidak ia temukan di masa lalu. Ia menelusuri perairan di sekitar mata air itu, mengumpulkan kisah-kisah bahagia, merangkai...

Family. Great Family.

Well, I have no idea of the bright blue is covering the clouds today or sun’s shining over the rainfall is just “impossible”, but all I see is THAT. That’s which unseen. I don’t know but sorry I’m just at the top of my happiness tonight. So glad, for sure. Suddenly, I want to write something about a great family. Some words last appeared on the last teardrop. So, can I start now? Alright, let’s go on. I thought once just now, and then all these sentences flew throughout my mind. I guess it shouldn't happen with my blended brain, but I have no reason not to even thinking of anything. My last...