Love Is A Question Mark

Months and months passed like that and I always seem to be so busy.

But something is still missing in my life.


I have already lost the feeling of falling deeply in love.

Love is just like a question mark unless I have met the right one.


So where is this person?
"缘份来了自然就会有"

That's what my mummy told me this morning.

I guess by the time I have found him, I am no longer who I am.

Because the old Wendy is dead.