I often shut up because my mind was wondering
Often I think because this soul demands an answer
I often cry out when I think of memories that have been usam
Often kutersesat in the path of uncertain love of his direction
The word living person is so short
But why do not we meet
separated by distance and time
People say it all needs a process
But until when I have to wait
In an uncertain period of time
When did this miss get to?
When will our hearts meet?
When does this hand no longer have to wave?
When will this soul unite?
