Through the sunshine on an evening Saturday
I took my first tram to the Heaton Park
And I was as happy as a lark.
Is always the season of the year
In its blue and glowing days
These are the people
That radiate its rays
They are like bubbles
Warm, cosy and irresistible
Floating all around like the merry ground
In the play ground
Passing along that brighter smile
Just the same way I had when I was a little child.
We have grown much
Like the daisies in the spring
To spread kindness and always be loving
In an upside down feeling
They unknot the thread of obscurity
And tell me ‘it is okay, no worries’
Even if we ran out of the tress
We can still put on our shades
And fill the tummy with something homemade.
Corndogs, cucur udang kuey toaw and more
It is heavenly a basket of sweet galore
We put aside the dissertation anthem
Turn on the music
Till we froze our feet
For the pain we get over this beautiful friendship
And dance with glee to the rhythm.
And if we trip onto the ground
We will wake up eights
Flying the goal up high
Till it reaches the sky.
For making this plce
More than just a home to friendly squirrel
And a depressing home to dark circle.
We will walk again
To this garden of poetry
6558 mile between us
Is like the space within
The ribs that becomes my breathe.
And if I were to tell something to u dear Manchester
It would be, ‘see u again in the next summer’
Till we catch the Frisbee
Selfie and sing to the song of epiphany.