happy moments with you
increasingly overflowed broke bloom scent
fill the niche of my heart
at all times I was always happy
sometime
My happy at the end of the horn
cry me a sense of each moment
restless and agitated coloring my day
I now live with the remnants of memories
bahagiaku in the balance
I kept ripping all memory
Is not my happiness again met
happy although my horn tip
I do always remember you
