In the gust of flavor that drains the entire curtain
On the grace of dry foliage meranum waved woefully
I fell into oblivion across the barren stretch of sorrow
Beautiful unspeakable beautiful blessings on love that slowly blister
Among wild weeds are spreading in anxiety
At the age of aging that succumbs to changing seasons in the silence of the night
I wrote a scruffy scratch chaotic not beautiful beautiful in the name of the longing that melara
Dear..
The fireplace is now bleak sukma drifting fucked
On the dry leaves I wrote yesterday on behalf of the longing
Even bitter sheer berempedu melara penetrated increasingly pained
Duhhhh ..
If kangen miss it again is in the vibration of my race
I say a beautiful word that is no longer chaotic that because of you
Because the word is a word of solace in the night of my silence