Now our love is petrichor, the smell of dirt just after rain. I'm longing for just one drop more, Before my life turns dry again. My memory still flashes hot with lightning bolts and thunderclaps. A storm that cannot be forgot so quickly after it has passes. But you're still gone, so I will burn, I'll soak my heart in acid, for neither whiskey, beer nor wine, could burn, my love, like you did -unknown [STORY IN BAHASA]All Rights Reserved