Friends, when I am caught in the jail of love, when my heart is wrapped in loneliness longing, when lonely anchored at the bottom of the heart, when the rhythm of accompany myself to fill the time, when waiting for the certainty of a million problems, you present stroking the wound. 

The parcel of dancing at the end of the fingers, as if to understand the whisper of the heart.
Friends, day after day, elapsed time consuming, intimacy knotted neatly tuned longing, friendship.

Friends, flowers owned by people dust colored like that, my dreary face gloomy though glowing disebalik mask grief souls seduce seductive calm.

Visiting in the corner of a secret folding life you hit and floating without a pure, soul-touching answer. Your sincerity that cares for sadness Want to sow nostalgic past, for bonds to foster affection.