A screams cry that I heard
The eyes that I see is no longer shine
wrinkled, withered, and no longer in good shape
that trust, even faded
that I asked "what happen to you ?"
The Night, increasingly not as beautiful as yesterday
Now, only the dark scattered
And the wandering cry
There is no single point of happiness that happened
He has gone
Going with the waves that can't be returned
The memories he had thrown away in silence
Until no one knows
Heavy tears were in vain this time.
Everything is not coming back again.
The rice has become porridge.
Only stories of homesickness and memories remain sown
