On the half-broken piano, the cadences sound into echoes
And I made a pinky-promise with you
Hey, have you always been that entranced by everything?
Without even sparing a doubt, so I decided to make some illusion
But if it's to paint your wistful illusion, I've already run out of colors
While trying to listen to your voice, I'm covering both ears
The alarm bell that disperses its scream
And the chords that someone has stained
From the heart that had devoured selfishness
The melody from this paint continues to distort
*This poem is made by me and my bestfriend Fahmi and inspired by Japan music called "Anti-clockwise". Thank you so much for helping me to make this poem.
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