Crawling my scarf and walk like a good woman I've never known Hiding the tears I don't want to let it to fall Through the hardest days I passed I have been there, standing like a stupid one I can't scream or even just speak up Life seems fond of making me fall to the pieces The only reason why I still survive is my King He is the one I always look for The King that I worship The King that prevail my soul Don't let me die in misery
I was Ibu's baby bean who was born in early morning at the end of 1998. Now, God let me bloom as flower and transform into art maniac that sometimes bewildering you.