There is an irreplaceable interrupted rising and setting sun
Not eroded interrupted kejora and full moon is increasingly marginalized
As if stifled and frozen my cavity
Mematri silently, memasung dimension of time
I look in the full light
On a puddle of longs that flood the soul
Your face is still clearly captive neutral
Bring a beautiful color of laughter petals
Lonely force me into the imaginary room
Immerse silence in the decay of love and hope
The hue of the sky is decorated with a scattered star
Seize a moment of grief in peace
Let the night break down so long
In order to satisfy me to fondle back shadow
Asmara and miss my areca nut
I picked up in the wasted memories room
I touch your face in poetry
Penetrating your lips mesrah in diction
Our graceful dancing in the curling of fingers
And pour lust on the literacy bed
My imagination forced the night to stop
The spinning crush the love in the dark
Let the moon stop
Illuminating my imagination that embraces the longing
Tomorrow you will not come back
Lost and disappeared in the morning
With the dew that killed the sun
Nyataku increasingly tore the wound in the heart
This is what I long for
Under a shady umbrella of stars and moon
Written in gold ink hope
Let be biased in yellow light of shine
Forgive the missions that have brought you back
Forcing you to be present in the space of images
Blame the passionate love without abating
Still rumbling in the waves of the ocean
My prayer is embroidered in the wound
It will be beautiful and happy the twilight
Although now lost eroded full moon
Your shadow is in the face bias