Kutuk abadi para melankolis di saat sepi, sakit atau sendiri: memori-memori yg lari-lari tak tahu diri.
We talk in the same language, gesture, sign and all of those thingies matter. You know I watch you, and I know you watch me. I know what you want to talk about, and I do really understand it well. I'm still here, "listening" to you carefully. Why are you there look so weary? Could we just skip these trashy chitty-chat? I'm worry about you. And miss you, off course.