The Conversion Means Nothing
What yes
Foot steps shaken seok
To keep standing
More and more sad through dead ends
Raising gais unhappy tears
Although an emptiness
Frame plays a gap of importance
Make pearls without crying
Entertainment is no longer entertaining
Framed what is believed
Writing poetry governs the feelings of the heart
A collection of lifeless poems again
What a fuzzy feeling means getting quieter
Sweet words disappointed forecaster
Griefing sadly facing the pit of stopping
Opinion view base problem
The value of doubt the habit of thousands of languages
It's like ancient times
Play the word fun yourself
Calling for a space of comfort
Avoid what needs to be believed
The fingers feel cold and stiff
The picture is clearly set
Record interesting words
But all kept disappearing
And I'm sorry I lost
One barracks indulge
It's like worrying about living only once
Anxious to find a space where meaning is gained
Be firm in hope for admiration
The collection of tears straightens all the way
Wanting one love despite the pain
It is like the dew that falls in the morning
Caught in a dead leaf
Love is lost meaning longing to die slowly
No one's waiting home
Lost no one is looking for
The song of cleft love at the end of longing
Maybe it was already a tombstone
The romance was no longer heard
Slowly pull over when the full moon is round
Lost together and then a gray cloud
Tired feet down the step trail
Can he find a taste
When the orange hue blackens
The intersection of the heart blocks light
Makes the longing script more unreadable
My misses don't go away
I lost you without a trace
My miss for you was not conveyed
My race is undefined
The boundless longing disappeared without impending
The longing never ends even though we are no longer connected
Missing you is half my breath
Continuously flow non-stop
Without ever being able to end it
My story is still about you
About you who always approach through dreams
An angel that cannot be owned
Let me love you once more
Accompanying you in an endless togetherness
No matter a confession
To you who now think I am dead
If you can't have your body
At least I can still hug your shadow
All beauty is no longer beautiful
This miss is unrequited
Just all I enjoy is your beauty
Silence permeates in the emptiness of the soul
The tears came back without a sound
Scratched aksara rending sukma
I rubbed my eyes on two sides
Want to have and try to let you go
Between the heart garden
Throwing a sense of uneasiness and fret
In time flakes when the distance stretches
I no longer feel the darkness of the night
I no longer feel the cold of the moon
Mixed sad and upset accompany to understand each other
All lost in the storm of life
All this has happened without loving
Enough to remember without begging for a heart
Your love is just a rainbow
Beautiful but not eternal
For the sake of ego break the heart is eaten by deserted
Leave the cold of the heart in meditation
Faithful is only a word
Warm and invigorating the soul
But it must be drowned by the night
Words are a purpose
A promise is a hope
But all is hypocrisy
Accepting the reality
Accompanied by silence in every cry
The birdsong never stopped
Encouraging a soul that has been extinguished
The wind enveloped the heart
The leaves sway with jokes
Which is now just an old story
Building yourself up from a dark dream
Even if you don't know what's ahead
Because life is a journey
Tired is not ignored
The shadows all struck inescapably
Weighing which has the possibility
Not a little rebuttal comes in turns
Trying to be heard
Scrubbing every inch of memory
Seek answers that hope for certainty
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I can only whisper
Let God know what is involved
In my heart for her beautiful
This love is whole
This love is second to none
But there is a distance between them
Should all collapse in despair
Bad because different
The heart does not give up
Love cannot be disputed
All the beauty finally randomized
Because of all the wishful thinking
Can't be one in togetherness
Because of cultural roots
Basic human principles
As much as it is worked for
To escape the cradle of your world
To escape the fatigue of my world
Melting like water
Flowing doesn't know the direction
Self nodded slowly rising up
When I heard a whispering voice
“ It's time to go home “
