When sun sets in the west
The light slowly turns into dark,
The evening knock my door,
I seems its you
But breeze.
May you sent him
To remember...
When the dark slowly turns into light
Before the sun rise,
I just to open my eyes
And then
A bird singing so sweet!
May you sent him
To remember...
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