I still do my hair blowing in the wind here and there br I closed my eyes there was daydreaming memories br I let my morning cold buried from September to October br I touch my finger, was headed away from me to your heart br The sky appears blue when I open the window br The smell of the sun through the curtain cracks br Each blowing my breath remember about you br In this desolate land I'm calling all the inhabitants of heaven br Whether they can tell about you? br In this heart you have shown something special br Moments together if repeated again?br br Irvan Hermawan Saichubr br