The day began to darken, singing the sun was slowly immersed in the western horizon, all indifferent to the man who was engulfing the longing for his long-time idol not a word from him. No one cares about the man who is shackled by that longing. The man sat by himself under the srikaya tree while looking up at the gloomy sky. It's like singing the moon is reluctant to reveal herself. The stars that usually dye the beauty of this moment seemed to hide behind a cloud of black and dense. The man continues to drift away in longing to the idol of his heart that far away somewhere, all sounded lonely that there is a picture of the sound of guitar that was being poetry accompany him. Now the guy is trapped in a nostalgic space, the more he thinks the idol of the heart suffers more. At night the anxiety approached him so suddenly, so the man was not in power. Want to find a place to sing idol. Thanks...