I dedicate today's BGM to my 6th grade sweet heart Brian. Who only lives in my memories. But I remember it as if it was yesterday. It was 6th grade Harvest Moon Dance. The breeze was tender and the moon light mellow, He came up to me, a shy little girl with hot pink dress and said, "Ah,Jeannie, May I have this dance?" He took my hand and led me to the dance floor. As the song started to glide in and as we got closer, He looked me in the eye with his beatiful pale green eyes and said, "Sweety, will you be my brown eyed girl?" That was my first romantic moment that I'll always remember as long as I live. I'll always treasure the special puppy love of mine. I would give anything to have a dance with him again just like that night. But that's just impossible because he was one of the victim of the 911 attack in N.Y. May his soul rest in peace. My precious puppy love. Tonight, my heart sores with past memory of my young and foolish days and people who made them alittle less painful, more meaningful and brighter. As I look back, they were the gift from God to help me carry on through lonely solitude and melancholiness. Piece of melliferous moments. Now, they are far gone, away from my poor lonely soul.
I dedicate today"s BGM to my 6
I dedicate today's BGM to my 6th grade sweet heart
Brian.
Who only lives in my memories.
But I remember it as if it was yesterday.
It was 6th grade Harvest Moon Dance.
The breeze was tender and the moon light mellow,
He came up to me, a shy little girl with hot pink dress
and said, "Ah,Jeannie, May I have this dance?"
He took my hand and led me to the dance floor.
As the song started to glide in and as we got closer,
He looked me in the eye with his beatiful pale green
eyes and said,
"Sweety, will you be my brown eyed girl?"
That was my first romantic moment that I'll always
remember as long as I live.
I'll always treasure the special puppy love of mine.
I would give anything to have a dance with him again
just like that night.
But that's just impossible because he was one
of the victim of the 911 attack in N.Y.
May his soul rest in peace.
My precious puppy love.
Tonight, my heart sores with past memory of my
young and foolish days and people who made them
alittle less painful, more meaningful and brighter.
As I look back, they were the gift from God to help
me carry on through lonely solitude
and melancholiness.
Piece of melliferous moments.
Now, they are far gone, away from
my poor lonely soul.