heart beat, clock ticking start to close the stage
live on !!! we're forever
new sheet of paper will be opened
leave the past, let's the pen act
we ever call it "last memory"
ever miss too or never pass it away
at the top white-blue, white-gray
true memory of love story of him, mine, and yours
when he come into my mind
geography and environs became tidbit
story of love in school that ever be happened
that was the moment a part of sweet memory
we're earthing, we're pacing in two
we create the warm of a story
began adult, envious, and contented
finally now, it's our time to make history
huuuuhhff...........
Sometimes life is so hard, sometimes almost be left to change. But I believe You're the patron, the Almight creator and life. Meekly this heart, fervent this creed. Blessing my parent and me. You're my love
bismillah.....
hopely better
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