I'll keep going,,
No matter Raga is tired,,
No matter the soul is aching
No matter This heart sick,
For the sake of a sincere affection,


Beautiful in time,
May God give grace,,
To be strong in each obstacle imaginable,
Diseraya exams in the world,
My modest-spoken.


Written express my sump wrenching.
With a sincere sense of love & affection who increasingly attached.
Although this heart felt heavy.
Hoping for a miracle ..
Between the world and the hereafter.


I will still wait and wait.
Dilarut flows down to thee lovely heart.
Only a fragment of hope & prayer to the divine.
I just want you back.
See who I was tired
Waiting for a definite reply sincerity.
Pensive loneliness was always within the liver.
It feels like my end.
But no power of feeling in the heart.
so sincere sense of love & affection I tell you who has gone away.
Whether you will realize ...
With what has happened,,,,