When love begins to disappear ...

The leaves are no longer sing

Which had always accompanied the successive

now beginning to wither and disappear in the wind

The flowers are used to always make sense

now silent, still and dead ...

Not knowing what has happened this!

It's not mean the dream vanished and died ..

Brief ordered to rise

Blood began to reach every thundering whir

Break any deadlock and error ..

However, this should all end up ..

first love is full of emotion

the passionate flow in each blood flow

all disappeared like dust which fooled

Sense that once nergelimang

now lost

perished in the dirt filled spotless ..

And now that love has gone ......

---- ArYo Cahya Lesmana ---