In the beautiful twilight I saw a red beauty walking between purple scarves gracefully

Leaning on the peak of that fantasy
there is a smile offered gently sting me
slowly and then met in the gaze

My breath is held in the grace of the queen as if the guts are hiding behind the reluctance under my beautiful umbrella
I chose silence while swallowing curiosity

I'm shackled my manners
which fortifies the meeting of a lump of desire and hopes that at the time it will convey a message from feelings

2008, Bandung