Bunga Maaf

Sometimes time passes so quietly that you don't immediately notice something has cracked inside it. And only then, amidst the smell of dust and wind, does a stranger's voice suddenly come to mind - the one that once sounded too loud, and now only rustles like an echo in your head. Everything looks the same: the sky, the roads, the familiar corners of the room... but the air is different, thick, with a taste of regret. This song is like a letter that was sent too late. It has a lot of pride that melted on the tongue, and a little belated tenderness. As if someone is trying to give a bouquet of apologies, already slightly wilted, but still warm. And even though it's clear the past won't return, the heart stubbornly waits anyway - hoping the wind will bring it back.