What is at the far end of the sea?
Something else, a story that’s far from this world
Will I see it if I climb on top of the clouds?
Angels and children blowing trumpets?

If I place my ear somewhere in the forest
Only I can hear a small voice
Should I fly as if I’m dreaming?
Up high, to a world where no one is there
All of those many questions
All of my endless, unraveled stories
If I turn back, at some point, without me knowing
I forgot my own secrets

Why is this? Am I grown up now?
It feels like I lost some kind of memory
I hope I won’t lose my small hopes and dreams now
I want to whisper to the sky

Among the twinkling stars in the black night sky
Will it contain the place that I was born?
I wanted to believe that I came down
From a different place than the people of earth

All of those many questions
All of my endless, unraveled stories
If I turn back, at some point, without me knowing
I forgot my own secrets

Now, really
Why is this? Am I grown up now?
It feels like I lost some kind of memory
I hope I won’t lose my small hopes and dreams now
I want to whisper to the sky

“…I want to whisper…,” empunya suara menamatkan lagunya dengan memejamkan matanya sejenak. Dia tersengih puas. Dah 7 tahun berlalu. Terasa macam baru semalam dia mula duduk melepak kat taman tu dengan gitar kapuk kesayangan sambil nyanyi The Atlantis Princess seorang diri. Tak kisah la kalaupun orang yang lalu lalang tu tak ada yang nak dengar dia menyanyi tengah malam buta macam ni. Apa dia kisah sebab dia main untuk puaskan hati aje. Tak mintak langsung nak popular. Sebab bagi dia 'popular is not my style'. 

Dia kemudian melihat jam ditangan bila terasa macam dah lama sangat dia duduk melepak kat taman awam tu. Dah masuk 12.00 tengah malam. Dia mengeluh. Dah tiba masa untuk pulang. Dia bangun kemudian dan gitar kapuk kesayangan di masukkan ke dalam beg gitar sebelum di galas ke bahu. Baru aje nak mengatur langkah, dia tersedar sesuatu. Converse merah lusuh yang terkena sedikit debu tanah di sapu dengan jari sebab sayang punya fasal. Gila tak sayang. Converse tu. Harga kalau tak terkeluar biji mata bukan Converse namanya. Dan tak akan senang-senang dapat macam beli gula-gula sebiji dua dekat kedai runcit. Susah payah dia kumpul duit belanja sekolah tiap-tiap hari semata-mata sebab nak beli kasut Chuck Taylor tu punya fasal. Betul la kata orang kalau dah minat buat apa pun sanggup. Kan?

Dan kaki mula mengatur langkah meredah malam menuju ke destinasi sendiri. Esok mungkin dia datang lagi. Atau mungkin juga tidak. Entah la sebab dia sendiri pun tak pasti. 

AUTHOR NOTE:

HOLLA!! JAZZ IN DA' HOUSE!! GOOD MORNING EVERYONE! GOOD NIGHT FOR MALAYSIAN KOT?

So, Jazz tahu Jun tak sampai lagi. Still in May. But why not kalau Jazz keluarkan dulu prologue kan even Jazz still in holiday mood. Hehehe...

BTW, sorry sebab Jazz tak balas comment. Bukan tak nak tapi Jazz saja nak buat korang rasa excited sikit. Nanti Jazz balas ok. ^^ 

*peace and out*

p/s: Edinburgh sangat sejuk even not in winter. Malaysia I miss you!! MA, PA KITA BALIK JOM!!! >< *gigil di subuh hari*

LIST OF CREDIT:

EDITOR: RAJA ELLIYANA AISYAH @ Elly

CARTOONIST: OF COURSE ME LA~~