Mine, yours, yours

Each story carries its own story
About me, you, and those
Who stop by, hold back, or choose to stay
Together with the reasons that each soul
embraces Become the most valid arguments that are undeniable

May I ask for time?
Just a voice that has been silenced for a long time
Asking for attention for a moment
To give speeches in the middle of your story
and looking for an opening to be heard

O actors of the story of
Desire that is our
bond Rasaku, your race, the feeling in your heart
Gives, receives, even leaves memories
Without pause at the same time being trapped in the grave of despair

Just let each story accept the story openly
Do not compare let alone expect the same
My way, your path, the path you choose
To be right, to be wrong, or not both
Refer to the series of meanings described by the universe

One thing that deserves to be embraced Our
story is unique with the spices of life stories
Mine, yours, all of you
Become laughter, become hurt, or even both
Forge fragile souls that slowly strengthen