Longing thread that wrapped in solemn...
Doubtful quietly sad stories...
Don't let motherland shackled...
The trap that has always to miss your figure ....

Listen O my dusk...
I can't stand crave...
I can't stand await....
Painful that's felt by earth...
When you ignoring the longing...

The twilight that i yearn...
I hope you understand....
That your sky is always waiting...

Knitted of wishful want to ****** up the dreams....
But the power...
Unable to grasp a wish..
Boils down to the horizon like twilight...

I will wash your wound....
I will wrap your sore....

Maybe because of all must be left behind...
Till souls prefer to move on...
Didn't see the yard of peace in your heart at the time...

Your frail is my regrets....
Grip fingers that apart is my hesitation...
Throw away all presumptions on lies and pretend of me...
I never occurred to present it to you also...

As same as you...
I was not able to smash all your figure...
I don't want to finish a close bond ever bind...
Because in the bottom of my heart can't deny it...
That you are a sincere friend...

A piece of the story flashed in the corner of the image wall....
Part of the past are back on stage and playing in memories....

Although the time has begun to obsolete but all will never be vanished....
Many cues that can not be conveyed yet....
Until the story didn't get to be continued....

In drizzle side that disturbing your figure fom this mind....
The rhythm of the wind conveying the sigh of longing....
Although the past isn't a lot tells about us....
If the time can be pulling back....
And hope all goes according to my wish....
Coloring sketch of the sky soul....
Carve many stories....
Share a story with you ..
Cheer spread  on your face....
Dismissed all the doubts that exist about you....
And together we're dyeing the dusk canvas with the wording....

In the flow of time we can only remember....
it's not possible to go back there....
Because this is only  "a piece of the story"

Once upon a time....
I definitely don't really know....   may be difficult to know..

We're running under the same sun but stand in different twilight....
There's no sketch about a chapter that could be dye the days....
There's only stagnation of heart that couldn't be melted yet....

Writing without wording,  whispering with meaning off,  like a candle without the darkness....
My pen of script can't afford to interpret anymore....

In the flow lake of time we're separate....
Carrying the dreams and will....
Purify the soul to facing the future ....
And remained standing in different horizon....
The intersection of heart,  even we still can't make sense of the story....

Pass away...
still the same without say Hi each other....
And since then....
we're never see each other too....

Time is running....
My pen of script now filled with love and start to carve a new story....
I think also the same as yours....
Through the day with a story in a place that is no longer the same....
Even the sense to remember each other never existed.. ..

present....
Although still at the circle of time....
The destiny  brought us together....

Somehow .....
My pen of script can scratch the stories....
Writing out about your figure at present that more friendly, full of love and sincerity than before....
Maybe it's always been you....  but i can't read it at the time....

Friend...
I could never believe it previously....
and it's hard to understand before....
I hope you are now able to rise up again and made a new chapter....
foster a sense and began to seep pleasure....
Interpret the stanza of poem that made by me and anchored on veracity of the ocean...