There are the people who understand my feelings? I think no. What is in my heart, my problems, others do not know. I had to overcome all of this alone. In joy, in my laughter, the smiles, there is actually a scam. That's not me. My true self is in a room alone, crying and crying and kept crying. Only fraud in smiles. No one will know my life. Just as we wear the mask, no one will know who is behind the mask. Life is not beautiful as we think. However we have to pass it because there is no other choice.
*ayat berterabur, yeahh aku tahu ==
