I'm thinking about the end
A mere pain
How many tears I have to drop because of you?
How long I have to wait for you?
Knowing that I'm the one who always wrong
Steady, still I wish you will be the one
who reach out of me, who lend me your hand
Pathetic me!
No more chat
No more chant
No more sleep tight
Here, remain the guilt
Only my tears
And now I'm here
the one who always think of you
hoping wind could flow away this
whisper: Ninakukosa.
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