Sometimes we can not resist with all the control that has happened. We sometimes seem to be back in the atmosphere that we have buried deeply because we know it is not a right to be remembered, enjoyed, and owned. However, it is bright and definite. it's will continue to play, because it has been a story in life. Not separated from the roots that soaring far and high, then must then disappear. But, back again I tried to slap myself, trying to restore my consciousness. Who am I? I'm nobody, I'm just a person who happens to be present in a story, who then has to go in a hurry because feel so guilty. I even forgot to ask permission and took half the heart that had been left at his address.
"love in silence, but immortalize it in writing and opus, one day you will know who is the owner of a wet ink pen, who always mentions your name in every paragraph of his writing, without the slightest make you despise, you look more valuable in his writing. That's what he wrote in his last diary until now he's gone. I found it late. Thank you for the documentation of my life in your work.
How empty this all is, until I can not embrace everything in the belief that the future is still long and it will be fine. I'm the one who's been stressed with all those ridiculous guesses, but they're not necessarily true. How do I solve this problem? too long it's will be the fool also and haunted by fear. Is there a bright lamp? Is there a guarantee for peace? Troubled and arguing with myself sometimes tire me out, but what else. Because I do not believe in anyone here, and this time. They just become addicts in life, just be quiet. Taste slow or swallow round. I'm sure I'll get stuck.
I make twilight as our intermediate love
Like a dove that flies and alight to give happy news
I made a rainbow in the sky as a sign
That I'm always happy, waiting for you to come home from there
My dream has been knitted, like a dress ready for us to wear together on the day of the party
However, now is not the time we imagine the beauty of time
You patience your heart, and always pray to the Almighty.
I want to continue the longest waiting story for us,
And, no one knows that our hearts are still tied up to this day
Even when our friends have changed how many times the diary cover
However, in fact, we are still faithful to each other, with the sincerity of each heart.
We are not greeting each other, not talking to each other, we only tell through with dua
And, I realize your presence also through with dua
So, until this moment I never saturated
Moreover, I feel lonely and alone,
In fact, now when we are far away for alone
And, later when we are together to return.
Like Adam and Eve
under the pleasure of the God
FATIHAH AR-RAUDHAH AL-MASYITAH
