Morning syahdu Tuesday january
Rinai that sparkled beautifully in the sunlight
Bringing wandering hoops where there was a story about us
Beautiful but sad, unimaginable pain
I still misunderstand you among the frozen memories that are always tempting
Amidst the hate of hate that began to crack because want to meet
I'm still stunned waiting time
Where ever a promise to unite the heart
And I know for sure, the stretch of fate clearly visible in front of the eyes,
Separating expectations with reality
