You don't let me dream!
You dont' let me take my way!
This is full of scream!

On my head there's flame.
It will be exploded, ****!
Give me hold tight, then!

Happy Birthday to my mom!
Happy Birthday to my little sister!
Best prayers for both of you, for all your hopes and dreams.

I turn off the lamp.
I see myself in the dark.
I am the light on.

The rain is pouring.
    On my heart is full of love.
    Bloom a peace flower.

A beautiful red broke a smile
on a shame face
O, it turns out that my beloved
long gone
and I failed to face

A blue sad sky
to the poet who is gloomy in front of the poem
stringing words
downing the imagination
the numb

Apparently, the flower is the beloved
O I forget how many times I searched
All in my yard
Grow in a heart!
Grow in a heart!
Bloom on a heart
Bloom on a poem!

O this is a poem for her
And the buzzing bee sing a song to her
And also sing a song to me

It's raining tonight.
Cold.
My head was hot full of flames and wanted to explode immediately.
Like what if I cool the head full of fire in the rain full of water, will it die down or vice versa.
No animal sounds tonight.
There was no sound,
other than the rain falling from the sky onto the ground.
Blessing rainy night to all creatures on earth.
What a wonderful thing it is,
the gift from nature,
the gift of life.