Home

Be my home, wherever I travel, always turn to you.
Be the ground where I stand, wherever I fly, I go back home,
when tired kukepak wings.
Can you be air, every breath, you exist.
Can you be a candle flicker, when it's dark, you're a true beauty.
Overrated if I ask for it?
My fan ...
You become a momentary stop, which is forgotten?
Or are you like the water splitting that goes through my fingers?
Could you be the glow, which in the blink of an eye, its beauty faded?