At night there is no moon
In which you adore her forever
As Tarub for Nawangwulan
At night there is no wind
In which you send message forever
As the fragrant incense for your deceased lover
At night there is no owl sound
In which you crave her forever
As the clue your heart will be stolen again
At night there is no love poem
After the words are just empty talk
From drunkard having at the edge of street
-Sri Wintala Achmad-
