His hoarse voice, the wrinkles on his face and his gray hair never changed when I first knew him
An old veteran who taught me all about the world
Once gallant who fight for Indonesia with a long barrel once in the shoulder
Now it's just an ordinary barrel hanging on the wall
His struggle has been completed
Then he gave me his knowledge how to be the perfect adult
Do not give up, so he says
It sounds easy if he's still next to me
Until he was gone, I almost close to give up
But I will always remember all of his teachings, I held up my head high
Thank you, my beloved Grandpa
Half of you embedded in me
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