I am not drunk,
When i meet her;
At her back,
My foot brought me.
The musics so loud
I can't hear her voice clearly
People are dancing
She's still sitting.
Behind the darkness of night
I saw a light to her face
I can say to myself
How wonderful!
To meet a girl
That is different to others.
Her dress was pink
Like a rose that blooms
Yet i drink a liquor
But it's still fresh in my mind
How do i thanks God
In my first meet to her...
(March 20,2011- Sunday)
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