Disequilibrium
Say something to the breezing wind and the pouring rain To the cloudy skies and the dewy terrain Would those choices come back to greet me for the second time? Though I know they have already gone and never going to be offered to me again Even if your flooding tears becoming legend in history of men I know there is nothing anymore can be mend This disequilibrium, has always been sorrows that have no end Malang, 22 Desember 2018 with Green Day's songs in my headphones Pict. source