Andira, Andira. My heart can be both served bloody or as warm as your mother's favorite cook, you can decide it for me. I want to tangle our flesh and blood to keep us attached throughout the lifetime, yet at the same time, I can be a sun that greets you a good morning, or a moon that kisses your forehead before bed. But am I allowed? I want to know you better, is there still any place for me to grab my chance? Sorry for the startle, I have a weird way to say that I've been admiring you. (Dengan nada sehomoseksual mungkin seperti sinema homo menyedihkan kamu yang kebetulan aku sukai juga)