Morning Friends.
Mentari looked into the corner of the earth.
The wind blows into the dream.
Restore the soul in the body.
Forcibly breaking down the window of the self.
This morning is not an ordinary morning.
In the middle of the hordes of weeds.
Wriggling the laughter of the young men.
Personal problems.
Souls that once strangers know each other.
Telling from which dimension we come from.
Trying to cheer and sow.
Without any intention to arrogant.
Did not feel the time shifted quickly.
A year we have together.
Cold wars are over.
The lambs choose to run.