my name is willy shayudana, i am a lonely poet from indonesian, from a small town in a province north sumatera.
I don't know how long you ran away Nesting hope for us, also a dream Lama. I heard the story scratched on the glass Wet whole face, let alone soul?
I can't even start changing! You also know the suffering goes gloomy, Women now make it hard in the chest-
Mouth frozen, not yet uttered 'disappointed' Dreams used to be here, it's been a long time I let it go! Just remember,
remember yourself Low times blew the lives of both of them. The wound changed color, I know now I'm split between the rudders!
We make sure- The drizzle at the end of the night changed Am I waiting? No more, For us. The ship stops here!