At the end of my grief I fell silent
staring past in sadness
forget you who have left far
berlahan wipe the tears of the dark heart
Time is not in favor of hope
drowning the sense of sincerity that I dreamed of
adding to the burden of torture
because your promise ends with betrayal
I noticed the wound that raged in the chest
formed from your intimate love word
but all that bitter to the fruit of grief
hear your confession choosing him