Rahasia Hati

Love here isn't loud or boisterous - more like the wind before a storm: it seems like nothing special is happening, but the air is already buzzing with anticipation. The words are simple, but they contain so much unspoken meaning that you can hear an entire confession between the lines. It's not about public declarations, but about that tremor when your heart wants to burst out, but pride whispers, "wait." The music flows like a summer rain on the window - a little sad, a little bright, and somewhere deep inside, that very "what if he guesses" is playing. There's still time to say it, feel it, not hide it. Because even a secret, if kept long enough, begins to sing quietly on its own.