I in his elegant breathe in his heart
Matters every note and rhythm
And his genitals and dissatisfaction
That almost stopped every full moon passed
What time is there no one here?
No one seeks revenge
Among the sparkling fairy queens
Among the stretch of the earth, the glow of the heart
Want me to joke intimately with You the Maha
But somehow I can not
In fact, I am now against the morning
Scratching a little wound on the unsweetened sky
Mengikhlaskan twilight that I picked myself to the rest of the dim
It is very heartbreaking
Nothing else I can find
Apart from leaving that dusk
While the afternoon has turned the night
Replaced the dusk with dusky darkness
I inherited a question that grunted in my mind
About the homes that replace the full moon gray
Meanwhile in bed
There is a strange figure blurred
Once busy gnawing at your noble body
**Original by**
01/01/18