memory of first time I go home with a busway,
memory of waiting that girl here just to go home together,
memory of the way that I used to Imagine that the bus is
suddenly stop in case of engine breakdown, so that I'll stay longer with her,
memory of the way I went home alone, cos right now she has her own car
memory of the way I went home with my head down, cos everything so sucks
memory of the way we queue in time of fasting month, which is hell crazy!!
memory of the way she gave mo chocolate to break the fast.
memory of anything,
from the first time I lay my feet to work in Jakarta.
memory of you and I.
