but she still looks around,
the english, the chinese,
the malays, the indians,
the business man, the school kids,
the friends, the couples,
the old, the young,
and that stranger,
he doesn't look from here, with his interesting different look,
his black low hat, who is he,
why is he looking towards me and write in his little notebook,
what is in that book of life
i guess the only thing i can do is imagine, live the moment,
smile back, and laugh the present
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