Your figure is gone
But not for the behavior
The sweet but fake
Also the oral heard the heart
There is but nothing
Sometimes melelong elegi longs
In the old disappointed syair
The rhythm of last wound
Sigh of taste
The head screwed your treachery
And framing your beautiful syahdu
When you want to meet
Sukma beat the drums
There's no going back
Not welcome then
Let me go, I go
Kadung injured past