81. When you are not with me, my longing can only rely on rhymes. The rhymes that are increasingly piling up with time. Without knowing, how high he will hoard each other. (1405th poem, May 10 2017)
82. And to the stars that decorate the sky tonight, please convey how much I miss them. (1414th poem, May 10 2017)
83. To be honest, I could have sent my poems to you every hour. But I just want to pause. Pause from all my time that you have stolen just to think about you. (1228th poem, April 25 2017)
84. Keep smiling. So that my poetry always hums melodiously, along with the boisterous calm of the wind that blows my hair at this time. (1381th poem, 09 May 2017)
85. Fly your prayers high and high, pierce the sky with the sparkle of every hope you. Don't worry that your prayers will be ignored or rejected by God. Take it easy, I support your good prayers from here. It is enough for you to write your prayers on the lantern, let my prayer be the light and the hot steam, which helps to fly it. (1450th Poem, 13 May 2017)
86. Your smile sparkles beautifully. Your laughter bursts out colorful. Then God's favor, which other can I deny? (The 128th poem, 09 December 2016)
87. One more thing, I also like the moment when we tell funny things, then you smile because of my story. Do you know? your smile is the idea horizon of all my poetry. Even though it sounds cliché, your smile is indeed my day's cheer up every morning, and my sleep conditioning every night. (The 914th poem, 11 March 2017)
88. Because I still remember very well when I fell in love. I fell in love not only because I liked you, not because you were beautiful, or because of some other physique. However, I fell in love with you because I wanted to make you happy. And if the sky is one of the proofs of God's greatness, then you are also proof that He is able to create something perfectly in every detail. I am grateful to be able to write down every detail of your beauty together with simple poems, here. (14 May 2017)
89. Later, you will find a quiet afternoon, quiet without a sound. With the silence that drowns you, the time takes you to a memorial to the past. Then you come back to remember all the memories, and they one by one comes to your mind. And without you knowing it, you finally smiled when my turn passed. (The 892th poem, 09 March 2017)
90. The night may be getting late. Leaving behind a dim light and leaving a chill that grew freezing. But that only applies at night, not with my longing. As it gets late, my longing is getting more passionate. The higher, the more soaring. (1379th poem, May 08 2017)