When you're in Hong Kong, i have NONE by my side.
Though i'm SINGLY alone at home, i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you.
Days are so difficult to count.
Suddenly, counting a day seemed to start with 100, 200, 300 and so on until you're back to relight my entire world.
i'm so DOUBLY crossed to have missed your first phone call from Hong Kong and i tried calling back, but to no avail.
i've been TRIPLET-LY trying to work myself out so that time flies by quickly.
without your QUART-TRIPLET nights of sms, sleeping was a tall order that was to high for me to climb over. Your words are impossible to be substituted is what i've realised. Your QUINT-TRIPLET days in Hong Kong is tough but not miserable. cuz it has opened my eyes to you and i. i have fallen another step deeper in love and develop greater reliance on you..




Now i know my 1...2...3, let me sing it once through with



5...4...3....2............ 1 Hippo that lies deep in my heart.