beautiful night, broken heart

Went out till very late tonight, missed the last bus so had to take cab home.
Sat comfortably in the cab, the driver was kind enough to play beautiful songs in his cab. I guess it was his collection of best songs with various languages.

Songs were nice, and the route was familiar...
looking out from the windows, watching the lights passing by..
the scene looks the same..
but everything is changed.

I'm in a stranger's car, sitting at the back seat, no more jokes, no more fights, no more laughter, no more shoulder to lean on, no one singing anymore.

The only thing left ... my tears.



But really wanna thanks Mr. Taxi Driver, thought he saw me crying but still said goodnight to me sincerely at last.