Latar kenangan begitu rapuh
Di pintu jantung kita yang berdebar-debar
Selalu ada pertempuran, entah dari dunia mana
Membawa nama, aroma dan bisik-bisik air mata
Riuh jantung membawa darah
Pada sisi-sisi terjauh, dan kita jatuh
Pada cahaya silam yang begitu lihai menghimpun rasa
Ingatanmu itu ada di dadaku
Tertabur bagai serpih beling
Sehalus angin yang bertiup timur ke barat
Membelah gugus awan, lahirkan gunung di ujung jalan
Aku menyusuri setiap kelokan tajam
Yang membuat pening dan membawa tubuhku tinggi
Gunung itu tak pernah sanggup kugenggam
Seperti kenanganmu yang menjulang
Terselip di pintu-pintu gunung
Di hadapan delapan penjuru mata angin
Tak pernah terbuka
THE MOUNTAIN’S DOOR
These memories are too fragile
At the door of our palpitating hearts
There’s always a battle, out of this world
Carrying names, scents and whispers of tear
Boisterous heart wafting the blood
To the farthest side, and we fall
Into the light of the past that was collecting feeling
Your remembrance inside my chest
Scattered as flakes of glass
As smooth as the wind blowing from east to west
Splitting the cluster of clouds,
to reveal the mountain at the end of the road
I traced down the winding road
That got me on a whirl and lifted my body up
It’s a mountain I could never hold
As the memories of you keep soaring
Tucked in the doors of the mountain
In the face of eight cardinal directions
It never opened
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