rokokku menyala-nyala.
Jembatan yang tak selesai,
jalan yang ditutup.
"Time it was and what a time it was, it was.
A time of innocence, a time of confidences.
Long ago it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you."
Rokokku hampir habis
ketika melewati rumah
yang sering kita singgahi
dulu.
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