It’s not a story about you,
or about someone you might know,
all the more, someone you once knew.

I am not that complicated, and neither should you.

Anyway, you should be here tomorrow. I might tell you who is it. But I think you know who I’ll be talking about, because you left a note the other day. And though you never tell me; I know how you pronounced her name. It sounds like a season, for some reasons.

Summer,
Seiring terbitnya matahari
Terbenam pula rasaku padamu
Ketika kau dibangunkannya pagi itu
Dimatikan juga hasratku untuk memelukmu
Di hari kau menemukan dirinya
Ada yang kehilanganmu
..
Aku