Soon the orange hue will be replaced by silver clouds at dusk’s final breath
The dusk glow grows weary and prepares to be reborn again tomorrow
Krakatau rises tall, sobbing quietly as if unwilling to part with the Sun
Indeed, the passage from evening to night always carries stories
Krakatau coughs briefly as a farewell sign, spewing lava and crackling sparks—as if they were two lovers struck by amnesia
That night felt different, the sea roared and swept across Krakatau’s soles
as if bringing news of what it means to lose and to be present
Waves brushed gently against its ankles,
......
Your breath catches up
Your scent is annoying
If only I wasn't the innocent me I would have crushed your fingers in a worldly
moan
Unfortunately I'm not an angel—instead I'm impressed as the incarnation of
bedbugs
As if I have a passion to transmit the essence of lust
If you're not my lover, I'd better go to mbah shaman to complain or to the sea
it's better
There I found jellyfish, dolphins and their inhabitants
......
People fall in love
In many different ways...
We’re in a whole new world
Unlike the old traditional days...
I know it’s hard for you...
To express a true feeling of love...
We were just brought up differently...
When push finally comes to shove...
......
I think you’re something special.
It’s a feeling that I have. It’s one I can’t explain.
Starting from the heart and flowing to tips of my fingers.
I think I’ll never find someone like you.
Like the morning star in the sky, you steal away the light
from other stars that wink away the night.
I think you’re a curse.
Like a cage, trapping my spirit. Begging to be set free.
......
You turned that night into a bad habit.
Second floor.
Tight wooden stairs .
Long bar.
Dim lit room .
Blood in a tall glass.
The famous dead rabbit.
Freezing winter midnight down on Broadway.
......
Soon the orange hue will be replaced by silver clouds at dusk’s final breath
The dusk glow grows weary and prepares to be reborn again tomorrow
Krakatau rises tall, sobbing quietly as if unwilling to part with the Sun
Indeed, the passage from evening to night always carries stories
Krakatau coughs briefly as a farewell sign, spewing lava and crackling sparks—as if they were two lovers struck by amnesia
That night felt different, the sea roared and swept across Krakatau’s soles
as if bringing news of what it means to lose and to be present
Waves brushed gently against its ankles,
......
Your lips, oh your lips
Your warm soft kiss takes something from me
Cove of a river rushing fast then gently
My body is consumed by the water
Oh, water that gives life
Your taste sustains me
......
Your breath catches up
Your scent is annoying
If only I wasn't the innocent me I would have crushed your fingers in a worldly
moan
Unfortunately I'm not an angel—instead I'm impressed as the incarnation of
bedbugs
As if I have a passion to transmit the essence of lust
If you're not my lover, I'd better go to mbah shaman to complain or to the sea
it's better
There I found jellyfish, dolphins and their inhabitants
......
Day by day
Night by night
I find myself loving you more and more
Every song I sing,
and the emotions it builds
Is a reminder of my love so real
Your beauty and grace
Surpasses what my eyes have ever seen
or my ears ever heard
......
"this is how the story went
I met someone by accident
who blew me away,
blew me away "
you know the song babe ?
I can barely write
but with this perfect twist of fate
I can compose not only words but music too
......