I'm not a rich man who always sitting on the beach every morning but I'm sure I can see beautifully when the rising sun why cobwebs hold against the rain and the heat of the sun?
I can not answer now I breathe in the beautiful night jepara I am not the descendant of the nobles and the king so my life is not beautiful in the universe I am also not the righteous man and pious wicked have blackened my heart has closed my inner wicked has made me realize that I am hina huff, once again I sighing in the beautiful night jepara but Ya Rahman, my life is beautiful in my heart, please allow me with Your pleasure, I want noble in Your sight.