Mungkin aku hanya bisa buat syair. Lantunkan liris-liris romantis dalam gerimis. Terdengar angin tertawakan puisiku. Tapi aku hanya tersenyum sembari melirik. Karena selalu terlihat sebayang wajah di semua dinding hati. Kembali ungkapkan rahasia dengan lirih. Mengalir… Dari gejolaknya dan berputar-putar di antara lembah dan bukit. Kemarilah… Kemari hampiriku… One thing I ask… I ask it now… Please let us have our time…
I wish for a brighter time that will clear the way. I wish for waters that will run bright. I wish for hopes that are bound to be realized. I wish for dreams that are bound to come true. I wish for joy and happiness and peace and quiet that are joined in one happy moment. I wish that dreaming has not become too much to afford. I wish for a remake of a part of life that is gone forever. I wish for what remain in memories for the body and also for the soul. One thing I ask… I ask it now… Please let us have our time…
Happy birthday… I guess…
[I'm 39 today. No, I'm not gonna lie about my age. Not anymore. I'm glad I'm 39 and I'm gonna embrace this life, continue to shed my skin, regrow a new skin and walk away. This is me.]
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