This afternoon

various evenings had

waiting at the door

like always

the sky looked wistful look

praise nan looked gloomy cloud

heart felt like staying in hirs sembilu

difficult to receive a further separation

when I can enjoy a warm

to preserve the flowers bud roses fragrant nan

angsana exactly delightful dream

where a mistake?

perhaps I am but a distant runner naive

also a hunter love  error

and finally my own tears ...