I know its not 17 Agustus yet, but I'm so touched by this
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Friday, May 21, 2010
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
In silence
Wednesday Morning, Auckland weather forecast.
A mix of cloud and sun, 0-1 mm rain, windy.
Why o why, it has been raining since last Wednesday.
I could not ask for sun, in the time of autumn rain.
And you and you and you
Have been a grumpy old bag since its started raining.
And I and I and I,
Is starting to catch that cold
I wonder about my washing that never dry
I wonder about this sentimental approach
I wonder about him that wears funny color sweater
I wonder about you and the smile that you never wear
Is the sun that I missed so much
Or is his yellow bright hair that I missed so much
O why o Why O why
The rain never stopped since last wednesday
A mix of cloud and sun, 0-1 mm rain, windy.
Why o why, it has been raining since last Wednesday.
I could not ask for sun, in the time of autumn rain.
And you and you and you
Have been a grumpy old bag since its started raining.
And I and I and I,
Is starting to catch that cold
I wonder about my washing that never dry
I wonder about this sentimental approach
I wonder about him that wears funny color sweater
I wonder about you and the smile that you never wear
Is the sun that I missed so much
Or is his yellow bright hair that I missed so much
O why o Why O why
The rain never stopped since last wednesday
Thursday, April 30, 2009
1 May 2009
Dan bintang-bintang pun berguguran
Warnanya perak tak seperti warna daun yang gugur di sini
Kemarin ku bertanya pada mentari
Tentang orang-orang yang pergi
Membawa harap-harap tak pasti
Lalu mentari bilang tanyakan saja pada mega
Kutolehkan wajah pada mega
Ia merengut dan ditepisnya aku dengan hujan
Hujan yang turun lamat-lamat,
bersenandung pelan mengajakku melamun
aspal yang basah dan berbau pengap
Entah kenapa hari ini terasa sendu
Warnanya perak tak seperti warna daun yang gugur di sini
Kemarin ku bertanya pada mentari
Tentang orang-orang yang pergi
Membawa harap-harap tak pasti
Lalu mentari bilang tanyakan saja pada mega
Kutolehkan wajah pada mega
Ia merengut dan ditepisnya aku dengan hujan
Hujan yang turun lamat-lamat,
bersenandung pelan mengajakku melamun
aspal yang basah dan berbau pengap
Entah kenapa hari ini terasa sendu
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