when i was a child,
my mother always told me not to play fire,
i love to play fire but i can't,
because my mother told me not to,
she said, " fire will grew bigger ",
then i stopped playing with fire after that,
now, i am thirteen,
and i start playing with fire again,
my mother scold me,
she said, " fire will grew bigger ",
i just answered, " yes, i know that ",
" my love are burning and full of fire inside it, i want that fire grew more bigger, because, i want..."
" i want....."
" i want my love for her grew more bigger, i dont want to missed her"
" mother, i love her "