beautiful you,
like pine shoots,
on the corner of the hill,
in the village corner,
which swayed in the wind.
O,
if only I knew you,
I shake your hand,
I greet you,
I open your frozen heart.
I am the traveler,
come with the breeze,
blowing from the coast of the sea.
O,
beautiful you,
but you are silent like a stone,
but beautiful like birds.
Should I say hello?
Or do I spell seduction sentences?
O,
turns out you're just a breeze,
that blows between piles of dry twigs.
O,
blow my ship so the screen expands,
leave the harbor, away across the blue sea,
to my hometown.
O
hope you understand
how tired this body soul is ...
Gunung Putri - Bogor, June 19, 1995
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