June is now in its day
Evening decorate the sky
In an orange dress
Spread strands of fuselage
In a solar cry
Which is created into a pearl rinai
At dusk the western horizon lit up
A smile ran through the sidelines
Paras juwita in obstacles
Beautiful but looks grieving
In the dusk world that is increasingly observing
In the rest of the teenage years
Bringing a longing on the young horizon
