:: 1.17 a.m. ::
10:17 AM
Felt like closing my eyes and listening to my favourite song.
I can't decipher how much these lyrics affect me, because it hits me hard every single time. I've understood the meanings of it more than I have memorised it, every single line translating into English in my head with too much ease. Kinda gives me these little goosebumps no matter where I am, makes me cry when I'm alone.
My rawest definition of good music, although it may not be in the form of as conventional of a genre that most people I know are used to or even aware of.
What if this night is like a sail that has been given to me
what should I do with this?
mmmm maybe
perhaps I’ll glide on the days of the past
26 cuts of black and white film
the sketch in my head
memories, whether I want them or not
they’ll pour down like rain
the language that I first learned after being born covered with my mother’s blood
and English that I learned easily after falling on foreign lands
the hatred I had for my father and my respect for my new father
an expression, life’s like an orange-colored tunnel
If I die tomorrow
If I die die die
I lean my head 45 degrees
my memories rising with the cigarette smoke
when I turn up my recollections like the sound
I can see the theater even with my eyes closed
time bends effortlessly
connected to the past like a spring
it’s easy like chewing gum to remember
the miniature days, so so small
take some colorful paint out of the bottle, aiming them onto the white paper like a gun
a young painter’s career gone astray, because out of nowhere I found hip-hop
but I wasn’t afraid at all cuz I didn’t give a fuck
about others’ opinions, cuz life is like, a tunnel I walk alone
One day I will be given my last breath
Like how the rope is cut after the marathon’s over
From the 9am sun I took for granted
and from the nights I spent focusing on music, fade out
My 20’s that I rode with Malboros
Act of love with the last woman of my life
The 1800won pen on my desk
and the colors of the songs I put out into the world
All that I don’t think I’ll see them ever again
Life might be a bit tiring but I think it’s a good thing
Ma, don’t worry bout me ma
To you, ma, a son’s death might come as a betrayal
I’ll be always in your heart, forever
I’ll be always in your heart, grandma
You don’t have to miss me, because I’m in this song
Don’t forget my voice
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