Goodbye clara

I just love you in silence,

Then turn off all hope in chest,

Then sebait question to bother my mind,

Have I ever crossed your mind when you did not miss me?

You see that wet window, Which is more resilient,

'Rainy June'

Mr. Sapardi,

Or is my Rain of Rind that wets the poems when writing about you,

There is always a reason,

Why I want to always be part of the silence of your prayer,

It's always about a love for love and longing that will not be cracked,

The street is deserted,

After the carnival leaves,

Laughter melodrama laughter is there,

Festive remains only traces of wounds.