Sfumato

Fear of death
after life
Doubt on the future
Which is still in the dream
Sometimes fetter the human heart
As evening mist, fog
bring the fantasy
As a settlement or an escape
if this
Try to silence
Until you see the soul and passion
In the river of life
whose children were wandering
And flow surge
to the ocean
no limit
Menginggat back the dream that has been built
Until the smile was back
And fog-mist went
after all
Life to live