The cold night wind that has greeted this body, should be able to cool the burning heat of the heart. But no, the cold night was not able to cool this hot heart. As soon as she felt the crush of this surge, but only to pass for her while for herself she still resided and continued to sprinkle she's rays of light.
Actually, the mistake that comes to pass is by the existence of this self that is too brave to continue to keep this love. Can't look in the mirror at first to see the presence of another human being, because a person as gentle as an angel should not get love from the story of a weak human's journey.
Promises and dreams will only be created from every word for word day by day. It's like it's impossible to change the existence of the black clouds so as not to rain when the clouds are so dark. Not being able to become a boulder to ward off the rigors of the waves that continue to roll in order to reach ashore.
Although the thousands of strands of lattice that have been given will not be able to be solved until the morning light every day that wakes me up makes me able to erase this self. Sadness is actually acting up, can only see from afar itself. How long will it be like this? Even if it's just to wait for news and greetings to create a space where there are times when I forget myself. Unfortunately only a dream.
Keep walking in silence in the eternal silence to wait even if I don't step on it feels like dancing on a smile making the wind sway in self-love to be able to create tears of laughter. Returns the soul in lamentation to desire itself in non-existence to have the heart that it wants.
Until it is realized that the reality of this of love is the existence of creation due to falling in love itself. Night after night continues to change with morning to close the day that is tired of the love that is present. Where your presence is still in my heart because we have been through it all, screams, laughter, and even though all that is left for myself is only words, imaginary strands that can be created. Makes me forget myself when the cold night hits.
Everything will be a mystery. Still hoping with anxiety to be able to accept this moment that doesn't want to meet and no longer goes through life together like before. Empty. The journey of this love is still a mystery and a secret. A heart that was once filled with hope, lives with longing and longing in prayer. The time and memories that remain are clearly a smile that I don't want to replace with another.