Shall My Flame Over this Day ?

Yesterday, I feel no complain with you,

with no aim to share this heart into you.

Should I treat those roses in a honest?

Maybe, a bluemoon became more stranger

or a sun won’t brought it light in the past.

The world is not says with full of danger;

The sea is not hope for breaking their water;

But why the forest gone their beautiful,

leaves are withered by a song of deathful,

flowers are suffered by tears of winter?

I cry with white holy bloody of light

hope it flame say forever, day and night.

Pamekasan, 2009