“Cinta kita masih teralu biru untuk menjadi selimut merah jambu.. Pelung kerinduan sekalipun masih kokoh terpasak harap, menyudut bisu tanpa arah dan pasrah.. Baris bahasa penantian tergerai lunglai dalam makna yang tak tereka.. Maaf jika semua masih terlalu beraroma melankoli belaka, karena memang ku tak tahu bagaimana kan mencitra rasa.. Karena nyatanya kini tak kurasa lagi cinta itu masih bernyawa…”
“Our love yet being too blue to become a pink concealed.. Although the missing trough ever exceedingly tenacious impressed on the hope, dumb cornered with no aim and resignate.. The act of waiting lingua’s verse exhausted hung down in the in uninvention sense.. Please forgive if all of the things still too being just a melankolist aroma, because I’m indeed that I don’t know how to imagine the feels.. Because in the reality, now I don’t feel that the love still has a soul…”
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