I used to be obsessed with Restu Barakah

I used to be obsessed with floor no 8

Of all places, I hoped that I can stay as long as possible in the balcony

I waited for school breaks anxiously

But at the end, I realise that I must let go

And so, I packed the yesterdays nicely

And sent it away silently

So I keep charging forward, at least that's what I think I've done

And so I move on
Without me realising, setiap jam yang teringat

jadi setiap beberapa jam teringat

kemudian, jadi setiap hari teringat

dan kemudian jadi setiap minggu dan setiap bulan

and then it's there no more

Thankful I am
But then, that news did touch at my heart

She's somewhere in the land of unconsciousness

In my position, I shouldn't feel anything

because she's just no one to me

We've never met

I just heard stories about her, stories that maked me put on a plastic face and kept listening and seeing the expression of how much the láska is for her

All these seem surreal

like some chapter in a novel

I don't pinch myself, but I use the internet to verify things

But to u, I wish you can recover back to normal

And be happy again

U just have to!