Poetry

When the heat of the afternoon sun, keep the spirit despite sweat pouring.
An ardent young man always struggled.
It is like the needle of the soul, the nightmarish daydreaming.
Love continues to try, for the lover who is waiting for the proposal.
Not nervous and uncomfortable, when against the fate that is not so beautiful.
Sweat that wets the body, treated with sweet smile dear people.

The rain and the storm will not ignore me, just keep fighting for you dear. Though it's full of obstacles, it's not an obstacle for me to woo. My prayer made me strong, as if the heavy rain did not seem to pierce. Thanks for your dear ones, who have been patiently waiting for me to go home.