Dark Room From The Corner Of The Fog Moans

One-third night Morning greeting me rain, ask questions there, where my sun open my door because I realize I do not have my window run down all the dark space from the corner moaning fog, I do not find the dew remnant though a dash Without cold consciously wrapped around my body as if being declared that I'm afraid of the exhausting little Search, I lay back while pulling my blanket and falling asleep you're apparently there ..

Sepertiga malam Pagi menyapaku hujan ,hadir tanya di sana ;di mana matahari Ku buka pintuku karena ku sadar ku tak mempunyai jendela kamar Ku susuri semua ruang gelap dari sudut rintihan kabut,tak kudapati sisa embun walau sejumput Tanpa sadar dingin menyelimuti tubuhku seolah sedang mendeklarasikan bahwa aku takut Pencarian kecil yang begitu melelahkan,aku kembali berbaring sembari menarik selimutku dan tertidur kau rupanya di sana..