Emancipation.
On some days, it feels as though the lyricist is writing a piece of someone's story, and in listening to the lyrics, it unleashes a gush of emotions of a certain memory - a memory that was long forgotten, buried discretely under the depths of time.
Blurring off the image, often times, seems like an arduous task. Thus one wallows in the moment, lost in his or her thoughts, reminiscing. As the song comes to an end, the emotions and the memory that came with it, are buried once more.
Unearthing possibilities.
2.45pm, Malaysian Time
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