I remember it was Friday
Exactly my step stops facing you
The crescent-like smile I thought would only be a glimpse
The next day will definitely go with your shadow
But I was wrong
A few days ago some men said "legit!"
Although with all the potluck
But this is His secret
The clothes we used to wear even I still keep
I honestly did not think now that the crescent moon on the lips would be present every night
Thank you Mother Father is my woman choice
And His secret