I kneeling on thousands of prayer of a stack of sin flushed heaven your parents with soft kusapa regret hardened on the corner of your heart you're never cry but your tears has long been together in the bias the moon that could you hide I kneeling on Hill leaves of waves storm heaven your parents are almost drown everything about yourself about ketenaranmu about your world and about kenakalanmu pleasure above rigging addictions you make entertainment I kneeling above dried leaves wet by precipitation dawn Sky your parents flushed dicakrawala covered silk fabric without charm even you also have lost think you're never cry but your tears has long been together in the bias the moon that you hide.
