Chronicles

Tidak seperti anggapan. Malam ini. Lalu aku pulang Merasa tidak menemukan. Sedang yang kuingat selama tiga periode ini. Hanya kata-katamu saja. Terimakasih, sudahlah, dan dimana. Mungkin yang kurindu hanya euforia saja.

You Maybe the face I cant forget A trace of pleasure or regret May be a treasure or the price I have to pay You Maybe the song that summer sings Maybe the chills that autumn brings Maybe a hundred different things Within a measure of a day Costello.

So folded I wanna draw something.

Miss the moment you can always talk to them wherever, whenever And the time we all sharing our dreams, struggling to make it real And the night you think about them, tonight you even dreamt about them Do a meeting means a lot?