I shall write a poem dedicate to 2nd October.

Why is it so special?

Or

Why is it so painful?

Number is a number, it's meaningless..

Number becomes meaningful, when we make it meaningful

As far as she concerns..3 is an ideal number,

But, it's not anymore..

It's a 4..

Again, SIGH..what a big difference..!

So near yet so far..What's with the number 4?

Lord, why is it has to be 4?

Why not 3?

I look up to the sky,

Such a beautiful night

But, he's Lonely..no stars are there to accompany

Thoughts speak to me..

No wishing star, Yan..?

That maybe, I can make a wish..

Maybe a 3, or tree,

Trying to find the word-"understanding", but I fail

No, I haven't failed yet..

I'm still thinking with a 'Y'??

Dear Lord, why has to be 4?

Why ?? What's with the season?

Why not last season?

SIGH..

As I walk on the riverbed,

As I try to comprehend..

My head spins round & round..

I can't get it..

Still 'y' becomes brighter & brighter in my head

I look into the reason mailbox,

Alas, it's empty

Stated 'PENDING'

Slowly I seal my lips..lock, and keep it safe in the treasure chest.

Silence..but my mind is wondering~ 'Y'