The Conversion Means Nothing
Kelu
The tears are like rain
No longer does the season serve as an excuse
Maybe waiting is not an option
Too high an obstacle
While the feet step and the hands are busy tidying up want the jumping scramble to be filled
I walk according to footsteps
Fear breaks the heart
A rock came to crush
Failure leaves pain
Like squeezing all the way
Until sometimes the direction of destination is disguised
By unreasonable concerns
Should I be struggling in silence
The time wheel is still rolling with a fretful story
Stuck in a fragile heart vessel is not necessarily directional
The silent silence mocked me in laughter
It was as if I was staring sadly every time I digest it
Lips still smile with a bruised bruise
Clenching stored the trembling of a million silent characters
Clear droplets in the corner of the eye also tell dark
Angkara that culminates when your faithful drown
Tricked feet lend an endless feeling
The long road we agreed on is like the end of the apocalypse
Lost hope in a tired story
This soul is increasingly exposed in the shadow of strict rules
A verse temple accompanies a character full of sobs
Covering a dream on a covetous real sheet
Removing respect makes the chest tight
Already rumam longed to be wrapped in honey full of waves
Life is a test for my heart to feel so manless
I felt so hard even in a crowd
Hearts closed in silence
Shadow powdery flakes are creeping
Silent cries skin the night
The heart that speaks in words
Thrashing in lament is not restless crouching hope
Heart is drawn in shakes
A thousand incandescent snatched incessantly as your name sent a twinkle
Shabby strands in mute notes
Although your aura sneaks in the pseudo-leaves
The noise of the heart peaking at the shoots of longing
Even if your lamp condenses there is no direction
Sepoi kian deserted to disentangle herself
The strange sense of wandering drugged
Even though your spotlight is fighting faintly in my netra
In the written sentence
Maybe my soul is lost
About the desolate that kills desire
Cracked chest back sebah when longing is thought to be extinct
Not just to scout
Something sweet has never come off
Sebait misses like a piece of paper
Which drift in the vast ocean
I'm sick of serving a sense of loneliness
I spell out the sense between times
Wandering lena in the pulse of a silent conscience
Silent touching the heart
Mengkoshaa longs in the heart
Stalking my fretted back
Soul niche a scrap of pen is dead
Painting a beautiful face is now gone
A heart that was filled with immeasurably
The image of the soul I want to read in the remaining breath
Over time that has rolled at the end of the name
I wrote down the last message
Scratches of a silent soul do not long to welcome
The screams of the heart seem to blaspheme the taste that exists
Summarize the taste in the wound
Grimacing in grief
Greet the moon in hiding
As if insinuating the heart in the embrace of grief
Mocking souls in a nelangsa
The word allusion merajul in the script
Until when to mark the waves
In blue haru passion that looks
In the landscape of old-fashioned craving
Lenguhhan the soul has been silent
With the fingers of time to embrace birhahi
The explosion of powerless soul mumbled in a tangled breath
In the stream of life blighted with my stain and sin
It feels like tomorrow that nothing on earth is dead
Until I tried to defy destiny
And buried with soul
Let him go and die
