Perhaps the world is not comparable to the bitter jumble the table we ingest alcohol deserted.
You do not care if some people think we are dirty.
You do not care about karma because fate has dragged you inside.
Tonight you never pass the lonely, because noisy with you until morning.
We highlight the lights occasionally aware that only the tip of the nail.
We're going to the floor of the dance, to slightly move enjoy music all day and shed our false to the world.
Early morning is always like this, you and I who have always wanted to swallow deserted.
by Dika Kurniawan
