Weep, wild weep
Weep,wild weep, I experienced where it came up
Weep from the bottom of my heart
That become hiccup to my throat channel.
In commemorating the scent roses of spring days
And thinking of the days I left along away
Oh' wondering those cannot be kissed away.
Sweet as first sip of thirsty old man
Who suffers and crawls in desert no rain
Those days rise up our mate in roses garden.
Remorse as a farmer lost first harvest in field
Wishing back to field is no more
So painful and so pleased in mind.
In being isolated to those scent roses in spring days
That never be far from haunting me all nights
As the day I forced being conscious to say farewell in tears.
By : samidouson