Air all around
History has gifted the glory in it’s shell, From the pierce of magnificence to a adoring bell, Sometimes lights bares
Penang Hill Top
The beauty lies in hill, The success lies in will, The zenith is all I admire, Just want to bear
Weasel’s thirst
Sometimes thirst are just for the necessity, The way to come out of ignominy, It’s unlike the greediness, the echelon
When burning is pleasant
The craze for drive, the flare for accords, The feel of burning, and the thrash of swords, The raise of
Even fall is beautiful!
Let it be rise, let it be fall, let the beauty to rise and stand tall, Let the sheen, sparkle
To lift the build, to pillar the walls
Newness holds the bark side, Newness holds the rawness, Just like a phase of life, needs to be flawless, Every