My story
My story is about a friend who was born on everseas
He was born in poor family
On some days
His mother would go to the market to buy chicken
But all she could afford was the back side of a chicken
And so my friend grew up...
...knowing that a chicken only has a back side
He never knew it has a breast, legs, or wings.
The back...
The back side became his only definition of a chicken
As for me
I've fallen in love
I've fallen in love for someone whose back side is...
....the only part of her I can know
Whose shadow is the only thing of her I can cherish
Someone I can never have
Someone whose presence is like a shooting star
A flash, and then gone... And I'll never be able to catch up
Someone whom I only send signs tom but that's all
Subtle as air, the sky, the clouds, or the rain
But I think my friend is the happiest person on earth
He savors the chicken's backside...
...because that's the only part he knew
And I'm the saddest person
Because I know, what I can never have
My story is about a friend who was born on everseas
He was born in poor family
On some days
His mother would go to the market to buy chicken
But all she could afford was the back side of a chicken
And so my friend grew up...
...knowing that a chicken only has a back side
He never knew it has a breast, legs, or wings.
The back...
The back side became his only definition of a chicken
As for me
I've fallen in love
I've fallen in love for someone whose back side is...
....the only part of her I can know
Whose shadow is the only thing of her I can cherish
Someone I can never have
Someone whose presence is like a shooting star
A flash, and then gone... And I'll never be able to catch up
Someone whom I only send signs tom but that's all
Subtle as air, the sky, the clouds, or the rain
But I think my friend is the happiest person on earth
He savors the chicken's backside...
...because that's the only part he knew
And I'm the saddest person
Because I know, what I can never have
