My friend talked about you
When he berkata anda looked good, I got pointlessly angry
Maybe I still wanted anda to suffer because of me
These days, without knowing, I sing the songs we used to listen to together
On days like this when I’m locked in old memories,
On nights when I miss anda for no reason
I was too young back then
Love was hard so I tried to avoid you
It was too much pressure for me and so I was unhappy
So eventually, I made anda cry
When today passes, anda will disappear like dust – what is love?
If I look sad, my tears are like smoke, like dancing smoke
Tomorrow, my hari will start like nothing...
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