Many stories are left
when the night let my eyes
open early morning lights up
comfort coming from the warmth
a cloud of morning smoke
a cup of coffee accompanied by the smell of his body
in a distant land, he leaned his body and soul
beauty is attached forever there
My compliments to the land above the clouds!
This morning from a cup of coffee
menguar longing so thick
not just miss I want him to know
love comes to be proven
even before a bond exists
From a cup of coffee this story also begins
yellowish dawned the female face
no morning fog and sky show rows
hills
behind there are a pair of eyes I want to pick up
is the heart and feelings that daydream
This time she told her sweet lips
longing to survive in my country
I came to the land above the clouds
to hold his fingers
which warms the cold of the Fresh Sea