DREAMS of CHASING THE SUN
By Typhoon Segara



Whomever you later, pengantiku?
How ikhlasnya afflicted in such a flattering your pretty melancholy.
Thanks replace it.
Love my old painted opaque.

I do not care.
To me you're beautiful in my heart is not in my eyes. The wedding night.
Later want me to create my shack.
Like a bed of garden paradise.
Among burung2 humming.
Butterflies danced, and plaintive strings nan.

I created.
From my dirty hands who continue to pray without ceasing.
From kain2 shabby I say that it is silk.
You smiled and whispered "" guide me towards ridhamu and His approval ''.
Whomever you later, my bride?