The sand streak on the shoreline is silent.
Twigs movement back to disturb memories that never existed.
Inches by inch the story is written, a few inches too waves remove it.
The roar of the waves increasingly roaring, throwing away the foam of jokes and laughter, scattered millions of flavors that then crumbled to the lonely.
The sense of always being there, so are the hopes and also the motivation to always be together.
As far as the eye sees, as far as exhausts are wasted.
It flashed as if nothing had ever happened, a sense of regret arising from delayed delays.
A little shade in the middle of the word, as much as sincerity throughout the soul.
Goresan pasir di bibir pantai sunyi.
Gerakan ranting patah ke belakang membawa kenangan yang pernah ada.
Inci demi inci cerita tertulis, senti juga dikirim ombak menghapus nya.
Desiran ombak kian menggemuruh, menghempaskan buih-buih canda dan tawa, melayangkan berjuta rasa yang kemudian menghancurkan hingga ketepian.
Rasa selalu ada, begitu juga harapan dan juga motivasi untuk terus selalu bersama.
Sejauh mata melihat, melampaui asa yang terbuang.
Melintas seakan tidak pernah benar-benar terjadi, rasa penyesalan yang muncul akibat kebebasan rasa yang tertunda.
Sedikit arsiran di tengah kata, sebanyak ikhlas di seluruh jiwa.
