all good things has to come to an end

Honestly what will become of me
I don't like reality
It's way too clear to me
But really life is dandy
We are what we don't see
Missed everything daydreaming

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?

~All Good Things (come to an end) Nelly Furtado~

this pic was taken one late afternoon some time ago at Tasik Varsiti.

How not to jimo when you know that
time is flying by way too fast
for you to feel every moment?