When we were young and still in love
We didn't care what we were made of
Our eyes were set on a distant sun
It was shimmering gold
We didn't care what we were made of
Our eyes were set on a distant sun
It was shimmering gold
Then slowly one by one
We carried our past and cradled the storm
We tried to conceal the scars we wore
'Cause we couldn't show what we couldn't show
We carried our past and cradled the storm
We tried to conceal the scars we wore
'Cause we couldn't show what we couldn't show
Space - Biffy Clyro
Seperti yang saya bilang dalam postingan sebelumnya mengenai Master Plan tahun 2021 ini, Saya akan berusaha sekeras berlian, bergerak secepat cahaya, dan mengalir sefleksibel air terhadap takdir.
Bulan Januari bahkan belum habis dan bisa-bisanya otak ini sudah mulai overthinking lagi. Hahaha...
Kali ini apa overthinkingnya?
Masuk ke 2021... "Stuck in The Paradox of Morality".