
Bisikku pada bulan,
Kembalikan temanku,
Kekasihku,
Syurgaku.
Tanpa dia,
malam menemaniku,
Sepi memelukku.
Bulan jangan biar siang,
Biar alam ini kelam,
Biar ia sepi sepertiku.
Age does not protect you from love.
But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
Will you wait for me, or shall I wait for you instead?
Must I stay or must I go? Only God knows.
1 comment:
This has got to be one of the saddest things ever written locally (or wherever). Period. @_@
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