Memories

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Memories

 

We live just like a Recording.
(Kita hidup seperti Rekaman.)
Always record everything.
(Selalu merekam segalanya.)
It doesn’t matter if it’s small think.
(Tidak peduli jika itu hal kecil.)
It doesn’t matter if it’s big think.
(Tidak peduli jika itu hal besar.)

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Every records always be saved.
(Setiap rekaman selalu disimpan.)
We put Sweet & Good record,
(Kita menaruh rekaman Manis & Bagus,
In a good care.
(Dalam perawatan yang baik.)
But we put Worst & Bad record,
(Tapi kita menaruh rekaman Buruk & Jelek,)
In different way from care.
(Dalam cara yang berbeda dari perawatan.)

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We always try to Recall the Memory,,
(Kita selalu mencoba untuk Mengingat Memory,,)
From someone that we hold so dear.
(Dari seseorang yang kita sangat sayang.)
But we always try to Throw the Memory,,
(Tapi kita selalu mencoba untuk Melempar Memory,,)
That Hurt the most.
(Yang paling Menyakitkan.)
And become Dream.
(Dan menjadi Mimpi.)

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Every records are not the same.
(Setiap rekaman tidaklah sama.)
Yet, there is a possibility that might happen.
(Namun, disana ada kemungkinan itu bisa terjadi.)
Through a dream that called Nightmare.
(Melalui mimpi yang disebut Mimpi Buruk.)
Even Worst than a Blank Dream.
(Walau lebih Buruk daripada Mimpi Hampa.)

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If it’s something you’re meant to forget, you will.
(Jika itu adalah sesuatu yang dimaksudkan untuk kau lupakan, kau akan.)
Without even thinking that you want to forget.
(Tanpa berfikir bahwa kau ingin melupakannya.)
Because the more time you think you want to forget,
(Karena semakin kau memikirkan ingin melupakan,)
The Stronger those Memories become.
(Semakin Kuat Memories tersebut.)

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How to Respond,,
(Bagaimana Merespondnya,,)
How to Answer,,
(Bagaimana Menjawabnya,,)
And how to take those Memory as a Lesson itself,,
(Dan bagaimana mengambil Memori itu sebagai Pelajaran itu sendiri,,)
Will lead to Personality,,
(Akan mengarah ke Kepribadian,,)
That create what we’re now.
(Yang membuat kita seperti sekarang.)

 

by: Resaid of Story
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Author: resaidofstoryofficial

“As a simple Rational person I was like an ice crystals which stored in a small diamond box filled with water and locked, it long enough being locked so that the boxes become froze.” I have many name, but most of the time my mother call me “Adreas”. My birthday is not one that can easy to remember, 9 day after Christmas eve & 2 day after new years, 1995. As such I have hobby to drawing & writing poem, using literature in small article & being complained by friends because talking like Philosophy, since then I start to write something like this.

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