not yet. not just yet.
my parents disallow that.
time and time again the voice echoes,
like a snoozing alarm clock, refusing to stop.
and i just dun like that.
cos' i just dun see their point, their stand,
their heartless actions that broke them apart,
without any considerations; i wonder if that memory still lingers in his mind.
all i can do is to ignore, to hide the truth to be.
other than that, i dun have any choice, my precious one.