บท 157: Dear Adam: Islamic boarding school - Fatimah got hit by a stone

A year later.

Sometimes we don't think that fate will never bring me and him together. Everything feels so gray. Sitting quietly enjoying the atmosphere of the rain that never let up. Likewise, my love for you will continue to flow without me knowing it will stop at all. Enjoying the scent like I miss you who are now somewhere.

A year may be a long time for me to erase some of the burdens of my wounds that have been left behind with us that are obsolete. Staring at you is like a heart that has no master at all. Until when do I have to hold on to a feeling that will surely be released through the cracks of this heart.

I'm just a connoisseur in the most beautiful poems of the poet. While I enjoy you with full of love but will never unite because of a destiny. The test will not stop here.