The Conversion Means Nothing
Not who who
Gracefully......
enchanting....
is beautiful....
charmings......
smart........
the best of nature's creators
The figure that is flattered like a queen of kahyangan
a figure who fights with all the flavors available
even....
a figure who can be in the ash-ash zone because
rinsed by style and perception
Figure with all the advantages without any less
figure with all the truth without any wrong
*figures with all pent-up forces that cannot be exceeded by the original rib owner*
a figure too difficult to face
with all ego and emotion
And.....
I fought with all my soul
bet everything that exists
Break some hearts
betraying my world
for the person who was ever present
Turns out....
the ones who struggle are wasted compared to the ones that are always there
I'm like a hero of misfortune
Fight and fight
take and defend
The unclear thing
Sometimes hopes..
Let's just say this is a good sleep and dream
Do not wake up so that there is no disappointment with the reality
A graceful figure like a silent killer
I consciously gave it all up
Without you knowing the pain I feel
love comes and goes as it pleases
Leaving behind a scar
Love is more frightening than love
more intoxicating than arak
Silence is gold ?
silence in this figure contained a million meanings
the gold in this figure is the cure for lara
suppose this figure puts logic more forward than feeling
maybe this story will be different
This dark world
this life's meltdown
Played at all costs
without being able to turn away from stupidity
The one who poisoned life
With smiles and all the falsehoods
love's......
Hates....
grudges......
Blending into the ghost that is always present in every sun begins to dim
Others are guilty
But I'm the one who's introspective....
a play that used to be lived
In the name of an attack
A stubborn figure with an exorbitant ego
which always demands to be understood
who prefer to be controlled by emotion and prestige
Yet....
still this figure is in miss
whatever pain I feel is still
unable to turn
Love slave ?
maybe maybe.....
Regret ?
No !!!
because it has to be the story
we just play a role
When reason suggests to stop
the heart keeps telling the way
an endless intersection
Asa who was there looks run away
said there is no feeling
Give fully
received by half
Trying to make whole
From fragile debris
I am I
Who tried to stand up straight
with wounds that have not dried
whereas....
he is wishful
The more pursued the more distant
When the beat of the rhythm of intimacy was heard from a distance
The beautiful full moon adds to the crowd
The heart is empty without hope
Nestapa became a stepping foot companion
Loving you.....
It makes the heart feel more lonely
it is empty and...
HOLLOWLY......
it even feels pointless....
As sincere as any request
There is no other pardon than one
the torture felt
A piece of love is still floating
there is only a piece of regret left
THE LIVER....
sorry, it was never friendly
Go home.....
it's time to give up
peace with heart and soul
leave all the pain lara
let the soup stop for a moment
let the twilight accompany a tired soul
and...
dream big in a long sleep
as if tomorrow the story is over
the beginning of a beginning is finished
Actually was.....
you're too cruel
Or I'm too weak
or the....
we are being played by fate ???
