String time goes so fast
Without abandon the sweet taste
If there is justice, that approaches
Maybe it was just a moment
Hold a wonderful story of remaining
Have fun coming continuously
It's only a dream crib
Moans of pain
Cruelty tyranny of discontent
Always come and go
Noon passed, the night before
The night disappeared, noon to meet
It was all colors
Struggle and sacrifice
Could it be wasted
With no results to treat
Remorse is the meaning of regret
Steadfast best possible way
Sebercak only hope
Which aroused to look forward
Deni Andriana