As the night gets thicker.
Rindupun increasingly unfocused.
And when the wind is getting steady.
Dreams of the dream begin to overflow.
No hardness.
No joy.
And no affection.
All that remained was an increasingly lonely wish.
Waiting for the worship that increasingly disappeared.
In the moon's view.
Go with the star.
Disappeared in the night.
Is this missed remedy.
Whether this peace is not disturbed.
Is there love this terpai.
Do you have this affection?
No.
No.
Just as quiet as I have.
Without your heart.
