Semua Tentang Rindu

Dusk and Miss.

Karya : Syahir Sasri Habibi

Miss?
Nobody knows who it is.
He is not human.
Not objects.
So why should you be afraid?

Miss is indeed evil.
Come to me and just cast allusions - sad figures.
Without thinking I could hold it back.

I object.
So many memories that I have to take care of myself.
Why me?
Why isn't he making miss?
How selfish you are.

With a heavy heart, I crossed my legs.
Withstand all knitting and sadness.
Fend off mines that are still left in the heart.
Citing memories that look neat to be one.

I hope the time will end soon.
Cursing the sadistic miss.
And replaced by exotic dusk.
When the night will soon visit.

If you miss it, go away.
Come here ...
Accompany me to change my day.
Live it without feeling afraid anymore.
Together spend these seconds.
 Flapping thousands of melodies that I will keep in my heart.
What for?
In order to miss it, dare not come to me again.

Go immediately.
Get rid of this saturation.
However, when dusk approached me.
Do not bother me.
That is my best time.