For this non-eternal life
I swear to rip-out all of my envy bad attitude
To just clear the old former habit
And form the brand new something
To pick the sweet daffodils on the park
Then put the beautiful on your lobe
Grab softly and said calmly
That something is very hard to see
The daffodils need to ask you
The daffodils is only messenger
Only had to know you
To reveal the truth
The truth of your eternal heart
Neither wants to interrupt
Nor try to kill
Just need to be recognize about something
Something that count everything on you
The one who own the daffodils.
Sooner or later, there will be a yellow.
A yellowish thing that fall down
Both of us love the smell
And before the afterlife,
Before the child grows up and old
Before the sign comes up as a form.
Before the bachelor becomes a master.
Before B becomes Bomb, and
Before time becomes Sand.
Thing to do is the will
Willingly and bravely said I Love You.
9 November 2011