Hmmm...
Angin lewat membawa sisa masa lalu...

Kau yang dulu sering sembunyi,
di balik tawa yang kau lukis sendiri.
Kau jatuh berkali tapi tetap berdiri,
meski tak tahu apa yang dicari.

Aku di sini, memandang dari jauh,
melihatmu menangis tapi tetap utuh.

Terima kasih, sudah bertahan di hari yang kelam,
walau semua terasa tak seimbang.
Kau ajarkanku mencintai tanpa harus menang,
dari luka, tumbuhlah sekarang.

Kau pernah bodoh, tapi jujur pada rasa,
pernah hilang arah, tapi tetap percaya.
Setiap salah yang dulu kau benci,
kini jadi puisi yang menenangkanku di sini.

Tak apa jika dulu kau takut,
semua retak itu jadi bentuk yang lembut.

Terima kasih, sudah bertahan di hari yang kelam,
walau semua terasa tak seimbang.
Kau ajarkanku mencintai tanpa harus menang,
dari luka, tumbuhlah sekarang.

Andai bisa kupeluk dirimu yang dulu,
kubisikkan: “tak apa, semua akan berlalu.”
Kau tak perlu sempurna untuk jadi utuh,
karena cinta pun lahir dari rapuh.

Terima kasih, karena kau tak menyerah waktu itu,
dari dirimu, aku belajar rindu.
Setiap tangis yang dulu kau simpan,
kini jadi bunga di halaman.

Hmmm…
Terima kasih,
untuk diriku yang dulu...


🇬🇧ENGLISH

Thank You, My Past Self

Hmmm...
The wind passes, bringing remnants of the past...
You, who used to hide so often,
behind the laughter you painted yourself.
You fell time and again but kept on standing,
even when you didn't know what you were searching for.

I am here, watching from afar,
seeing you cry yet remaining whole.

Thank you for enduring the dark days,
even when everything felt out of balance.
You taught me to love without needing to win,
from those wounds, I am blooming now.

You were once foolish, but honest with your feelings,
once lost your way, but kept on believing.
Every mistake you used to hate,
has now become a poem that calms me here.

It’s okay if you were afraid back then,
all those cracks have shaped into something gentle.

Thank you for enduring the dark days,
even when everything felt out of balance.
You taught me to love without needing to win,
from those wounds, I am blooming now.

If only I could embrace that past version of you,
I’d whisper: “It’s okay, everything will pass.”
You don’t need to be perfect to be whole,
for even love is born from fragility.

Thank you for not giving up back then,
from you, I learned the meaning of longing.
Every tear you used to hide away,
has now become flowers in the garden.

Hmmm…
Thank you,
to the me from the past...