There is only a phone and a girl. That is all that the moment centers around, all that exists. A phone and a girl. But if there's no action, what can this girl and this phone do? Nothing. There is no one to call, no voice to hear. She waits.
A clock ticks torturously, pressing hopelessness on the girl's shoulders. But just as one new object appears, so does another. There is a girl. There is a phone. There is a clock. There is his voice, coming as one, lonely ring. She hesitates. She feels the phone in its holder. Then she picks it up, speaks.
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Time Machine
PoetryA series of short paragraphs for each member of SNSD in their new Japanese MV/PV: Time Machine.
