silent night come
 want to remove all desire without fatigue
 I saw an old guitar in the corner of the wall standing
 long untouched ..
 I took and I play my favorite songs
 memory recall images
 not felt tears in my eyes
 old guitar
 brittle with age
 but does not change the sound sonority
 cup of coffee and a seat that has become a friend
 add to the warmth of the night
 running time
 second by second singing tone
 I play an old guitar continues
 I hope all of chant
 could hear
 she and old guitar
 a part of my life.
By.Julius Sitanggang 
old guitar discussing old memories with him that I've always loved, this memory I will never forget for life. how not? he was the person who first makes my heart feel the love and the person who first made me feel hate.
but I am quite alone and this guitar that bears witness to the life and love.
maybe this time she was happy there, and I can only sang this song for a most beautiful thing in the beginning of my love
 

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