A black jasmine,
in the morning of cloudy november...
A black grape,
in the afternoon of damp november...
A black wine,
in the evening of rainy november...
Toast! ! !
Let's dancing with deviled happiness
bitter, sweet, sour
fragrant, tasteless
Thus...
I kiss cloudy november, bitter..
I kiss damp november, sour...
I kiss rainy november, tasteless...
When my lust in love with fragrance of sweet rain,
I keep dealing with badly scarred...
(Palembang, morning november rain)
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