Saya benci pada kenangan. Indah dan sering buat kita tersenyum. Namun bila tersedar, pedihnya sukar diterjemahkan, kerana realitinya semua hanya kenangan semata-mata. Ditambah rasa manisnya dengan khayalan. Tentang bagaimana indahnya jika tangan kita sendiri yang mengatur kisah kita di dunia ini. And the world will never ever be the same.

Even if the whole world is telling that it's wrong, wrong I'll always be. I know I'll embrace being wrong very dearly. But I never had the chance. Or maybe I was the one who let it slip away.

I am to blame.

Listening to this until I forget I'm in 2015.
 Sometimes, simply to forget that I'm in 2015... :)