Early love
From the river valley of beauty
From the lap of the simple nature of the holy nan
I painted white clouds in the clear sky
The expanded meets the panorama
In a beautifully happy view of the universe
There I hang a light
That is not wavered by the breeze of the pawana
Even the steep inclination tucked into the sound of the day
The shake of a true love sukma affair
Because love is cleaning me
So my soul remains sacred like a book
That was never stretched by the black ink of the heart's heart
Because you have infiltrated into the taste
In a loud voice you tap into the soul
So that creates a faithful promise in the nature of our love both