Hari-hari membakar habis diriku. Setiap kali aku ingin mengumpulkan tumpukan abuku sendiri, jari-jariku berubah jadi badai angin. Dan aku mengerti mengapa cinta diciptakan— The days incinerate me. But each time I try to gather the heap of my ashes, my fingers change to wind. And I understand why love was created.
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Tidak Ada New York Hari Ini/ There Is No New York Today
Hari-hari membakar habis diriku. Setiap kali aku ingin mengumpulkan tumpukan abuku sendiri, jari-jariku berubah jadi badai angin. Dan aku mengerti mengapa cinta diciptakan— The days incinerate me. But each time I try to gather the heap of my ashes, my fingers change to wind. And I understand why love was created.
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