Monday, April 25, 2011

Re-Hurt.

Jauh.
Cukup jauh.
Distance means a lot.
Menangis hingga dadaku sakit.
Keep on crying until there's no sadness left.
Please tell me that I'm not the only one who feels this way.
Terlalu sakit.
Dia datang dan pergi.
Datang dengan senyum dan pergi dengan senyum.
Datang dengan tawa dan pergi dengan air mata.
Matanya memenangkan pertandingan.
Mataku mengaku kalah.
I cant stand the sound of piano and violin from my iPod.
I cant stand it, I cant stand everything.
For a while.
I love you,
but distance makes it hard.