We are not dance partners
We don’t share the same rhythm.
I could not lead you to a sultry sway
and you’d rather be twirled around by a different hand.

We are not dance partners
We don’t share the same rhythm.
You are more comfortable lost in a moshpit full of strangers
while I do my running man to old school R&B.

We are not dance partners
We don’t share the same rhythm.
But it’s okay, life is okay
As long as we don’t stop dancing.

Bulan kita tidak serupa.
Bulan engkau Ogos, bulan aku September.
Bulan engkau di sana, bulan aku ntah ke mana.
Bulan engkau penuh, bulan aku lenguh.
Bulan engkau ceria, bulan aku derita.
Bulan engkau muda, bulan aku dah tua.

Bulan kita tidak serupa.
Walaupun kita bercinta di bawah bulan yang sama.

As I walk through the lighted up river among throngs of couples, I realised that…

True love is not romantic
The idea of romance is better shared with someone you’re not romantically attracted to.

True love is more on being realistic, coordination of practicality and feelings and making things happen.

It’s not that romance is dead.

Romance is just a fabricated illusion.