Sometimes life is uncertain
Constructing the story in sorrow
Passing the days with solitude
Meracik sad wounds and grief in one pile

Heart that does not contain
Empty with no direction and purpose
Anyone want to accompany me?
In fact my friend was just a breeze
That sometimes comes to wipe my tears
Closing my eyes I could not
I was afraid of sadness

In silence I began to think
Life like what I experienced
Full of trouble
Pain in one bandage is wounded

Heart thrashed
The mind is not in line
In one body certainty
The Soulful Regrets

Maybe my life is just a hollow

@war-tp