O

O,

beautiful you,

like pine shoots,

on the corner of the hill,

in the village corner,

which swayed in the wind.

O,

if only I knew you,

I shake your hand,

I greet you,

I open your frozen heart.

I am the traveler,

come with the breeze,

blowing from the coast of the sea.

O,

beautiful you,

but you are silent like a stone,

but beautiful like birds.

Should I say hello?

Or do I spell seduction sentences?

O,

turns out you're just a breeze,

that blows between piles of dry twigs.

O,

blow my ship so the screen expands,

leave the harbor, away across the blue sea,

to my hometown.

O

hope you understand

how tired this body soul is ...

Gunung Putri - Bogor, June 19, 1995

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