a twilight behind a love story

I know you when you live is only about dusk, ketapang and a pile of daydreams without meaning, your eyes present staring at the sadness of my inability to be friends with the sun, then you dangling your little hands, not to reach my heart that has mossy in the stone of reluctance, but you stretch it, just patting my shoulder of despair, made me realize that thousands and even millions of hopes still hang on the ceiling of desire ...

As long as you want to reach it, chase it as hard as you still keep in your mistaken understanding, then, what else is the reason that still keeps you intact as an illusion worshiper, you say sincerely, one day at dusk under the shade of this pine tree ..

Looks like, your words start to sound tired waiting for my answer, I'm the one you asked, just bowed in silence as usual, but maybe the waiting line to change me is over, because a few minutes after that, you always move away without saying goodbye, with the sun which is also in a hurry who fly leave the twilight..

It was our umpteenth time meeting between several previous meetings, and lately I just realized, that meeting was also our last meeting, and I wish you happiness forever ..