Looking back when we were young. I used to awe with your talent in music. Watching your finger dancing with the piano keynote always make me peek and smile at you. When you make it big, watching you orchestrating on stage makes me realise how further and further away we are. Yet I'm just down with the crowd, clapping as hardest as i can when the curtain falls. The symphony of goodbye still played in my mind as you're still performing before you fly away. You're the last melody of my heart.