Beautiful story on a quiet night, maybe we were just shadows of witnesses.
Lonely as if consumed by happiness among the strains of these creatures.
Travel stopped and looked in the direction that we showed., and felt no more questions to be answered between us, but it is big mistake.
No point of light when tired it really hurt.
No smile curved slightly
Food becomes stale before
No singing or dancing
There is no hope of a raging
Summer thirst like waterLike the night we heavens copyright there in.
Might hurt alreadybut in the summer is the peak of the floods that hitlook for a moment treat me like a dream but real when I woke up still feeling ill
Closed eyes were still visibleClosed ear was still audibleNose still smells the same
What is wrong with the dry or rainy, all remain the same because I'm an Indonesian
and in the summer ... I stay the same even
Oh how much less make a summer rain again?
Dance with that name...Return name...And forget about this name!And we'll see next summer if we're still going to be the main actor?
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