Lima dan enam.

Lalu sembilan dan tujuh.

Setelahnya empat.

Dan tinggal dua hari.

Sebelum tujuh tahun berlalu, ketika empat mencapai dunia.

Untuk kemudian dilupakan waktu.

Sendiri dan pergi.

Long may she reigns.

We’re the 90s child.

We raised by Pop song and glorious Punk music.

The struggle of economic crisis and Sunday’s morning cartoons.

We’re all at the end of our 20s.

Seeing the reality of fast paced technology, eating us all.

We think we’re better and flawless.

Just because we know the past and witnessing an era left the eternity.

We gained some and lost a lot.

But, there is nothing sadder than losing yourself.

The tragic incident of a humble life.

Replaced by the suit, the automobiles, and machinery.

Transform a life to a fake glory.

Or it’s the real one, we cannot know for sure.

And we don’t give a damn for sure.

Between dark spaces and tense atmospheres, some scenes were meant to speak louder.

But insanity reached another level and enough were not enough because bigger stars meant to be bigger.

Pity.

Until lightning becomes a friend and the possibility to see underwater scene becomes real, let’s live longer and survive this war.

Until all cards brought to the table and they’re soaring back into the sky.

We make the questions in the back of our head.

With endless whine and tireless complaints.

We shout to the mountains and it echoes.

We shout to the sea and it swallowed by the wave.

We shout to the sky and it disappears between wind and other noises.

Only few whispered in tender voices,

to the right place.

You’d be lucky if you’re one of them.

As the sun settles and the moon hides, there’s a time where the mirror alive for a split second.

Attracting visitor, who is looking something in themselves.

Unable to tell what’s the same or what’s different.

Only searching for another, which is either missing or not yet to be discovered.

There are new visitors tonight.

Weird looking.

Dumb founded.

But all of them are the same.

Lost.

I think I saw them before from where I was from.

Tonight, we’re not raising any glass or celebrating new adventures.

Tonight, we’re here to search.

Until the night becomes bright and all souls become lights.

Tonight, we’re nothing than a hollow.

Wishing to find one another in this depth-less mirror.