Summer.

This is on summer.




This is when the sun shined as the back light.
This is when the days were getting longer than ever.
This is when the school's bell was still ringing.
This is when the time I wish... I had to press rewind.

I talk about you, summer.
Forget about the last autumn leaves.
Forget about the winter sonata.
Forget about the bloom in spring.
Because the only thing I miss is you, summer.

And when I leave this home, maybe I can say all this;

"I'm not from Jakarta. I didn't grow up with summer. They came to me and let me fall in love, but then left me when I'm halfway death in sorrow. Can you tell me what should I do? If it was not me, I used to be, I'd rather be somebody new who completely can't feel what love is. It's better than being hurt, eh?"

I have been waiting for summer to come,
but it will never come.

I have been waiting for this family photograph to be mended,
but it will never be.

I have been waiting for this friendship to turn us back,
but it will never turn.

I have been waiting for this love to be unbroken,
but it will never be.

And I will see, nothing will be the same.
Someday when I grow my children up... I tell to them not to believe in any reason what you're living for. Not for summer, your family, your friends, or even your love. You are living not for reasons. It's just because God want you to live, it's all because His promises will not disappoint you like human always do. And I tell to them, your Mom is wrong because she'd rather not believe it until everything is already gone.

Wipe your tears, dry your clothes. Wrap your steer, wave your window. You are the only one who have the right to determine where you will be going to.

And I'll be missing this summer right away...