chapter 1
Evan Low Jun Feng, Inch Chua
If it wasn't for the sound of morning birds
I doubt we'd have ever left that park bench
It was only at home
That I found your hairpins in my pocket
The ones you used to clip your sweet letters with
I thought about your words all day
I read them again and again
Til' I forgot your voice
It's quite silly
Please see me soon
You've fast become my favourite time of day
I'm not really anywhere til I'm with you, I'm afraid