The Rain

Itu lihat ada bule.. ditengah sawah..

Lagi nangis.. engga tahu.. mikirin apa..

The rain the rain.. the rain.. in this morning

So cold so cold so cold temperatur.. in this island


In this morning i want go back... go back.. go back to my country..

Duh kasian... kamu bule pengen pulang kampung..

Duh gimanaaa.. eneng juga.. banyak pikiran..


USA is my country you know

USA so far away from here.. and i miss u..

Maybe my father miss me.. bapaaaa

Maybe my mather miss me too.. emaaak

And i miss them...


Where’s my brother.. where’s my sister...

I miss you all.......