After having my dinner, I went to the night market
As usual,nothing much special actually
Selling all types of foods and drinks, crowded with students
Before going back, I stopped in a stall
The uncle was showing the fantastic of a knife, what we called "ceramic knife"
Looking at him, cutting the apple and slicing the meat using the knife
I was think of my mum, miss of "home food" perhaps
The knife was so impressive and different compare to the stainless steel one
What came to my mind was
I am growing higher and higher, and my mum and growing older and older
The days we can stay together and talk is actually getting lesser and lesser
I did hope that I could stay beside of you
The feeling just could not expressed by words
Here come the question,for now,what can i present to you?
Clothes?You are surely nagging at me to spend more wisely
Money?I am not yet working and earning
Yes,Ceramic knife
The only thing that can assist you the most and now it is appear in front of me
Always love you
