I try to feel the breeze of the wind that blows from behind the crack of the wall
I breathe with the sincerity of the soul
though without form but I can feel the coolness like a sincere sun and never break the promise always present at night pulled over
Still drizzling after the wind that ripped through my hair tore the sky this afternoon
the cooler the more powerful the night picks up between my bones
I think this memory may be anxious to pick a speeding second
I colored my mindfulness of millions of tips and seconds endlessly weaken the strong
maybe I should just let it take me every step of replacing with the warm season of shades
Life will go towards the fore in the face of many choices that will unfold for great life expectancy
when the moon is not always full moon and danaripun bring bright and dark I begin to understand the step of life even in kesurutan but one day later happiness make sure come
the grain of life that is continuously strung tirelessly sharpens the desire to always survive because the belief someday lives in happiness
in the life of my life I will not stop hoping even though the step always fell but will continue to ignite
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