Jauh berjalan, terbenam bersamai cemas
Malam yang jauh, siang yang panjang
Perahu usang, lamban melaju lemas
Menanti musim yang akan datang
Sungguh rasa buaian ini
Bersorak menuruti semu
Pada saat itu nanti
Tepat di kehadiran hangatmu
Bertanya dalam diam
Menunggu akan jawaban
Suatu cita yang dalam
Terdengar jelas dalam dekapan
You are patient; I am impatient.
You are convenient; I am the inconvenience.
Love is full of mystery, as you are the secret of my heart.
The ambush within lungs exploits all that I have.
Passing through months and years.
No matter what end.
Neglecting the voices over the ears.
Can I be your endless friend?
You are too perfect,
So it seems very far for me to grab you.
From the start, it was only me who had the feelings.
Weird and impossible, yet you always keep portraying on my mind.
Wavering thoughts in and out of my mind, unheard and unspoken.
Will I be able to express these uncertain feelings, or should I keep it a secret.
May I save this hope for a little while?
