Sunda is the wind.
Meeting each other in the wind, youth is like a dream. Farewell in the wind, one glance for a hundred years.
There is never any reason for what God wants to take away. I have already understood it.
Asking myself, no matter how many sad and sad things I experience, I can hardly just accept my fate without regret or change, no matter how small and meaningless my persistence is.
My most beloved person is long gone. Even if the world is full of colorful flowers, what does it have to do with me?
I hope this life is indeed a good dream.
Conception: