CHANGES PENDING
By Wuri Pangestuti

When dreams do not become real
If I could change the world of love
when love turns into wounds
and when the eye is that lovely
Transformed into the blind
If fate can return
When the flowers have turned into withered
and hate has turned into longing
What can I erase the taste it

I want to discount the love
Not just for a while
But I want to have love
Who can beat anything for good