Times have changed in seconds, minutes, up to the year ..
However, I slalu remember you dad ..
My dear dad ...
Do you remember me your son?
Your daughter who slalu you nasehati?
Your daughter who slalu play with you?
Thousands of tears can not hold me well ..
Cloudy just gives a sign of rain ..
Then, what about this longing?
I want dad here, I need a hug father ..
I need wise father's advice ..
If God gives you a clue?
I'll go to that place well, anyway.
My dad now has grown up and no longer a little boy ..
Now I am a tough woman in living this life ..
All thanks to the advice of my father ..
My daddy felt how empty life is.
How lonely today ..
Without your presence on the side ..
I can only pray for you in 1/3 of my night ..
Please be present in my mimic ..
Holding the longing is sick
