This is one of the nights at home alone in Shanghai
Im feeling lazy cause its cool and wet outside
At times like this, when I dont know what to do
I look at old photos and think about them too.
This could be a boring story or long a narration
Maybe a lousy poem, or a song without tone
Whatever you call this, I guarantee you
All these that Im saying are real and are true
Im just an ordinary girl, who grew up in the city
Happy go lucky, and they say funny crazy
Fame and fortune are the least of my dreams
Worry free living, what I want, it seems
Everyone knows that Im noisy and naughty
I hope they also know that I am trustworthy
Can fight for others, but not for myself
Can give everything out to all even to an elf
Would you believe if I say I was quiet and shy?
Not confident about myself and I wonder why
Afraid to be laughed at if I make a mistake
Or scared to hurt others with the decisions I make
Upon looking at my photos, I realized
What I had become had paid a good price
Thru the years, happy faces I see,
Old and new fellows, all important to me
I have not written any poems and essays for quite a long time
Cant think of any topic, wasnt inspired for a while
But after having a long phone conversation with a good friend of mine
Letters and words came running up through my head down to my spine
I got inspired by the things that Yan said
He told me To you, I can reveal myself
It has a deep meaning, a good sign for me I bet
To come back to writing and start revealing myself.
