Behind The Flower

Behind The Flower


Flower is beautiful.

(Bunga itu cantik)

Many people love them,,but many people doesn’t care to them.

(Banyak orang yang menyukai mereka,,tapi banyak orang yang tak peduli pada mereka)

Flower always beautiful when We look at them, at every side.

(Bunga selalu cantik saat kita melihat ke arah mereka, dari setiap sisi)

Flower need sun,,they love sun.

(Bunga membutuhkan matahari,,mereka cinta matahari)

But they need a water too, just like rain but not exactly like storm.

(Tapi mereka juga butuh air, seperti hujan tapi tak seperti badai)

And flower love the sun, without knowing the moon love her.

(Dan bunga cinta matahari, tanpa mengetahui bulan mencintainya)

Sun give warm to flower, give a light to flower, and give a song together with a wind, grass, leave, bird, and bee for flower.

(Matahari memberi kehangatan kepada bunga, memberi cahaya, dan memberikan lagu bersama dengan angin, rumput, daun, burung dan lebah untuk bunga.)

Moon give a cold to flower, give a light but not like the sun, and give a song together with stars,,

(Bulan memberi dingin kepada bunga, memberi cahaya tapi seperti matahari, dan memberikan lagu bersama dengan bintang-bintang,,)

For the flower, she rather choose the sun than the moon.

(Untuk bunga, dia lebih memilih matahari daripada bulan)

But for the moon, though he not handsome as the sun or as warm as the sun,,he happy to see the one his love happy although it mean she with other.

(Tapi untuk bulan, walau dia tidak tampan seperti matahari atau sehangat matahari,,dia bahagia dengan melihat orang yang dia cintai bahagia walaupun itu berarti dia bersama dengan lain.)



By: Resaid of Story


Author: resaidofstoryofficial

This was about one of my hobby as Author, I like writing some Script that sometime I called as "Note" & some Quote when I have Inspiration. But now I have started to write a story that have been popup in my head, it’s not my life story, it’s just story within my head that I put into motion. “Resaid of Story” mean, words or story that being told from you for yourself without any related to your life story yet, it keep pushing you to move on & you willing to shared them. I have many name, but most of the time my mother call me “Adreas”. My birthday is not one that can easy to remember, 9 day after Christmas eve & 2 day after new years, 1995. As such I have hobby to drawing & writing poem, using literature in small article & being complained by friends because talking like Philosophy, since then I start to write something like this.

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