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The tree is asking other trees in the willow,
why does spring feel not spring but winter?
My fat leaves are but lifeless falling cadaver.
Birds chirping are but euphony of the sneer.
Aahh…tree…what la you...

The tourist is asking other tourists in the Soho,
why hustle is not bustle but inner stillness?
My wide eyes are but awaken to the Langoliers.
Music and lights are but blanket of darkness.
Aahh…tourist…what la you...

The girl is asking other girls in the revelry,
why partying is not that cheering but a missing?
My laughs are but a sick in the stomach feeling.
The dances are but a faraway muse romancing.
Aahh…girl…what la you...

What hopes, what longings,
what wishes, what not holding what joy brings.
What spring, what euphony,
what stillness, what darkness are what one carry.
What eyes see is seen but really is not there.
What heart wants is really…
but elsewhere.

Note: "la" is a Malay slang for expressing exclamation. "What la you" means "What's with you?".


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