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When my phone rings, how much I wish that your name would appear on my screen. But I know, it's not possibly gonna be you. Maybe it's because I'm just used to the days where I get to read your messages. Something tragic happened today while I was going home from college. It stated with these bunch of young lads and girls refused to offer their seats to an old man who's in fully grey hair. I saw, it broke my heart, I offered my seat to him. You should have a look at his face. The way he smiled, it's so heart warming. How foolish of them to not offer their seat to this helpless old man? It's such a shame. And just when I'm about to get down from the train, I happened to saw a man with a grin on his face, picking a wallet from this guy who's most prolly just finished his work and about to end his day. I saw, but I kept quite. I felt really bad for this. I'm just as selfish as those who refused to offer their seat. I'm such a coward. I could have helped this guy if and only if I'm brave enough. Right before I burst out of tears, I saw another heart whelming scene. There's this cute Malay lad about my age, helping a blind man get his way through the crazy traffic. He's doesn't know nor is related to him I'm sure as they walked in different directions later on. I've never seen such kind people for a long time.

我可以抱你吗，宝贝？

为什么我们已经变得不是我们？