By: Annisa Rochma Sari

A circle and glass-type of rain has fallen
into the two arms of hearts

Petrichor has spread out,
into the two hearts of the mysterious ships

Rain makes a blur and blue dream
to whom it may occur as a stream
Rain drops as it can suffer the land
yet it grows up the plants

And when the rain is falling
The God wants you to have something
And when the rain is falling,
The two hearts would be easy to dreaming
A perfect dream.