Tick-tock clock. Alarm ringing.
Morning is inevitable.
Tick-tock clock. Alarm ringing.
Dreams fade slowly. Quietly,
morning is inevitable.
Tick-tock clock. I imagine,
day is so long.
Tick-tock clock. Pass over and over again,
roar and street noise.
Kuberbaring, imagine
days must be long.
Outside the fence there, my friend,
life calls you.
But the year grew more gray.
Meaning of fall one-on-one,
from my knowledge,
from all my views,
my hearings,
my judgment.
Mentari stay blazing without a promise.
City grows,
increasingly foreign, increasingly unconcerned;
and we are left out in a world of horror,
and this incomprehensible.