The smell is that of leather, padded leather. The weather is chilly, water condenses on opaque glass. Then a squeak rings out, a finger running clarity through the condensed rain. Behind it are a pair of glowing eyes, a girl's eyes. But behind it even more is a feeling of regret and helplessness, that of a damsel with no direction to run to. But she needn't run, no. Instead, she takes to the back of the car, sitting with one thing in her mind: the past. She has made a fatal error, she knows it, and hopes desperately to change it. But she can't.
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Time Machine
PoetryA series of short paragraphs for each member of SNSD in their new Japanese MV/PV: Time Machine.
