Nemen - Hiphop Dangdut Version

The words seemed to burst from my chest after a long silence - sharp, but alive. His voice is hoarse from exhaustion, and his heart is still thumping like an old engine that just won't shut down. It doesn't sound like a complaint, but a post-storm debrief: when everything is already clear, but you want to understand just once why it hurts so much, even tho you seemed to do everything right. The beat is steady, like the step of a person who has finally let go. It contains both anger and self-irony, and a strange relief that what comes next is without masks. Love is broken, but an inner strength remains, similar to a stubborn "okay, I'll survive." It feels like the ashes are still warm, but a new day is already on its way.