I flown the above cloud
swooping from height
from blue sky
blue sea
where I see the
people brighten up
as long as evening
in the walke
in the cafe-cafe
with full of peace
forget the conflict
in the past
awaken the flank hoe
dig the gold farm
so that we can harvest the fruit
of peace.
ngomong..ngomong....yang utama atau pokoknya...........kehidupan perlu terencana dan lebih teratur...........gitu.
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such a beautiful daily life on the village i hope it will be like that forever. bless the people that perished before. thanks.md.