Bila rindu, baca blog dia. Kaji kata. Kaji makna. Nak faham kenapa apa sebab dia fobia.
Cerita lama misteri. Dan bacanya dari mula sampai akhirpun tak guna. Sebab dia tak sudi bercerita.
Redha. Jika tangan ditepuk masih sebelah. Tepuk angin, dengan harap hati dia berubah.
I often dream I would spend the rest of my life with you. But then I often remember, why dream to be with someone who doesn't even want a future with me?
Love does hurts, then is this love?
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