there are tales about him, or associated with him. to me, and many, all others will not matter come this sunday ~ his special day. yet, he won't have any expression to show. never did, and ever will be. those who see with their hearts may think, he will be very glad, that, as if its his birthday, everyone that remembers him toast to him, and most importantly, associate him with that specially made red-bean-filled little cake...
the fact is, the moment i'm writing without any real idea of when the day of the festival is going to be. hence, just now i (panicky) went hunting for some of those brown cakes. and not too surprised to find that even these brown buddies come in different fillings already.
cute? as traditional as they may seem, they are also nicely labeled...
for some reason, despite all the fancy varieties of moon cakes nowadays, i just find the type that i used to know, best suit me. the round and brown, red bean filled, moon cake. with a skin a lil bit oily and shiny. that distinct burnt smell. the aroma from the ingredients and the oily coat... and i can't find any!
so care to take a lil' bit of your time and greet that fella come sunday night? he is there always, perhaps watching us and has been keeping us safe, sung our bedtime song, eased our broken hearts and inspiring people everywhere...
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this piko got skillzzz.always in his own fantasy world.
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