I struggle to find my way back home,
Through the snow that clouds my vision.
Gasping for breath,
Watching the smoke wafting away,
I feel something strike me…
Something so strong, so light,
Just like the Ciuman anda gave me,
On my dreariest days…

Very soon, pain strikes me at the same place,
Where your Cinta struck me once.
Reflexively, my brain retains them -
Those memories that make me live,
Those memories that make me die.
I see you, baby, although my vision is hazy,
I see your smile, and feel the warmth
That made me smile, and now, that makes me cry!

I was like a lonely lion,
Wandering with no aim, no power.
Skipping like a gazelle, anda reached for me,
Seizing sejak my arm, graving my norm.
From anda eyes, I learned what Cinta was…
From your breath, I learned what forgiveness was…
From your lips, I learned what kindness was…
And from your tongue, I learned what pain was..!

Like a lightning-struck tower,
I fall down on my knees,
And my hati, tengah-tengah fell and fell and fell…
I bow my back as the tears trickle down,
And fall on the flaming ice…
Darkness and Chill impinge on me,
As I close my eyes slowly,
Which I’m sure is for the last time!

And almost suddenly as if it was checking on me,
A warm hand pulls me up and balances my entire weight.
Light overcomes the dark,
And my chest sears in warmth…
The hand guides me through the snow,
Through the sober grey,
Toward the sun,
Toward the building light.


Somehow, I manage to speak,
Through the heavy eye-lids,
Listening to the ringing church bell,
That promises the arrival of Santa, of hope,
I ask, ‘who are you?’
There was a pause…
And then came the voice, and almost immediately, I gasp.
‘I am friendship.’

Cradled sejak the comfort of my friendship,
I look back at the place where I fell.
I see a beautiful girl staring at me,
With ambivalence in her eyes,
And without breaking the contact with my eyes,
She bends down and picks up my fallen heart…
And although I know I haven’t asked her,
I know who she is… for sure!

The church loceng chimes again!