Sunday, December 05, 2010
Every time I stand at the crossroad
I look up to the dark cloud, and look down to the fractured land
Often I walk in despair
because the air is so suffocating and the cold is so freezing
But when I shoot the arrow of love to the sky
thousands of your lillahita’ala pours down
stab in my vein,…
Sunday, December 05, 2010
If I were a leader, I hope I can look after my staff
if I were a bureaucrat, I hope I don’t hang around having a good time and sick of people’s problem
if I were a lover, I hope I can nurture the love, the respect, and the trust
If I lose, I will admit that you are the better one