Nine minutes of “Licik” sounded perfect on a cold, windy night in Hamburg. All of a sudden, I was thinking of Mary Jane and what could’ve been for her. It’s unfair how the system did her dirty.
The same melody sounded great on a fair, breezy night in Milan. Couldn’t think about anything else besides appreciating Delly Rollies, Harry Sabar, and Norman Rachman’s experimental piece.
Words are not flowing anymore.
The wildflower is not blooming today nor tomorrow.
Love can’t be real and he despises its mere existence for now.
Asal kau senang, asal kau senang. Peduli setan, peduli setan.
