The longing was stiff, He really wanted to pursue the beauty that resides in this heart. The feeling of wanting to meet was overflowing wanting to be realized
In the city where She lived, there were lots of memories, even if only a piece of the story in the past
She looked beautiful in a polite tone as if leaving his ideals about life
Yogyakarta, with the millions of stories and facts that she described, seemed to leave the story of his life growing up in Jakarta
His study is quite far from her city, our short meeting at Borobudur brought him to meet her
At that time, it was as if she came like an angel who came down from heaven
When He was amazed by her humble figure, witnessed by the stupa of the Borobudur temple which seemed to bless our meeting
20 years later, Yogyakarta still looks friendly. Her shadow that has been present the longer the dots disappear
Memories that will never fade away silently as the city's side changes
The rails and stations remain the same even if one moves
Everything has not changed drastically, what has changed is her shadow when he visited this city
A city full of memories and praying that one day he can settle down in his old age, and still he is being an old virgin man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem