One by one I count my fingers,
Waiting for the drowsiness that never came.
The silence of night began to I feel,
The sounds of the Qur'an sounded in the distance.
Occasionally his voice is quite clear, but not infrequently his voice disappeared in the wind.
Again, my past memories brought me into a reverie that eventually made me shed tears.
Why have to be like this?
The scream of my heart that never understood what had happened.
There have been many writings that I wrote to ease this anxiety,
But none of the writings that can make my heart relieved.
You, you and you!
You are the root cause of this heartache.
You bring my beliefs about love,
You take it and you take it away, then you break it and you destroy it.
