So long, fare thee well
The dancer and the dancing days have taken leave and fell
So turn down this bed of stone
Quench me with the deadly nightshade from the rose that you belong
The long December rain is falling now
Running down on streets to nowhere
Music is my life - you're my sweetest nightinggale
But I can't hear it here no more..
And I go.. I go..
Hush now, don't shake or break
Words have fallen silent like soldiers to the grave
No matter what they do or say
Lay me on the sleepy meadow by the tracks upon your face...
Pergi
Sayu, terpisah..
Hikayat indah kini hanya tinggal sejarah
Berhembus angin rindu
Begitu nyamannya terhidu wangian kasihmu
Hujan lebat mencurah kini
Bagaikan tiada henti
Kaulah laguku - kau irama terindah
Tak lagi ku dengari..
Kau pergi.. pergi..
Sepi, tanpa kata
Terdiam dan kaku tak daya kau ku lupa
Apapun kata mereka
Biarkan kenangan berbunga di ranting usia..
Rest in Peace Yasmin Ahmad (January 7, 1958 - July 25, 2009)
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