and i scoffed —
Why does it feels like two souls are still connected?
In despite of the extreme hurricane occured
Why do you still translate a melody of my soul?
Why do i still know you —
Why do i still —
The bridge is fixed
The road aren’t rough in between
because we are not there, anymore
Nevertheless, your presence is still familiar
your absence still shouts louder even in silence.
The strings still feels interconnected
The playbacks is playing in a flash
I can still feel your melancholy
I still feel the touch of your clandestine story
I am still the museum of your sorrows
I still see it —
I still see it —
Because i never suppressed, our disk.
shesshy 