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Jika ada seorang lelaki datang Dengan segenggam pasir di tangan Biarkan saja Ia hanya ingin singgah   Ia akan memintamu sebuah mangkuk Untuk menaruh pasir itu Maka ambilkan satu Mangkuk serupa beledu kesayanganku   Mungkin ia membawa satu anak penyu Lelaki setengah gila itu Yang ia simpan di saku celananya Bertahan sejak pantai selatan sana   Bila dia mulai bercerita, dengarkan sebentar Ia takkan lama Sebab biasanya lalu menangis Lalu teriak Lalu lari sambil bilang, Aku mau cari cari   Jika dia tak kembali, tutup pintunya Tapi jika ia menuju makam, maka pasti balik lagi Biasanya ia akan petik satu kuntum kembang sepatu Kemudian ke makam lagi Bernyanyi atau merapal sesuatu, entah tak ada beda   Bisa jadi lama ia di sana Lama sekali Tapi jangan tutup pintunya Ia pasti datang lagi Dengan wajah sedikit lebih waras Dan basah air mata   Kalau dia bertanya apakah Kau adalah suamiku Katakan iya sejak delapan ...

I want chocolate. A big shiny bar with your lips flavour in it. I want chocolate and a cake. A fluffy slice contains your hugs in our bed. I want tea, bitter but lighter. I said I wanted to stargaze sometime. So that I could slip my hands into your arms. I would drive you home, even if it's two hours long. I want our wit talk never ends. About your favorite places, your favorite authors. About the way you love me. About how I would spend the rest of my life. Then you pretended asleep. The room filled with laughs and tickles. I want small cotton candy. A blue one with a moustache grip. We'd shared and talked with our mouth full. I want ice cream. A warm one that could melt my ex's heart. I want something tasty. Like your cheesy jokes when we were first met. Like your hopeful song, you wrote for me dearly.[]