It is so true
That everything we LOVE
We carry with us
From this birth to next birth
LOVERS never leave each other
They are alive inside the soul
From this birth to next birth

It does not matter
When LOVE happens
Whether the meeting of LOVE
Was for a single second
Or for 65 days
Or for several years
What defines TRUE LOVE
Is the lingering memory of BELOVED
Beyond birth,
Centuries to millennium

In a fraction of a second too
BELOVED becomes everything to a LOVER
At least we had a chance encounter
That's why I do not suffer
I'm grateful that our LOVE happened

What if we simply didn't meet?
If I was dead before you were born?
What if I lived whole life in Zakarta?
And you never left your birth place Rome?

Thus, I cry for those LOVERS
Who may never meet
Who have never met
I was fortunate
You were fortunate
We met this life

I understand my longing for YOU
Yet I consider myself fortunate
I was blessed, We were blessed
LOVE happened with YOU

I became LOVER, YOU - my BELOVED
Next birth let us see
You become LOVER, I - your BELOVED

This life...
How I cherish your memories..
Full with poignant melancholy