David Michael Purba

I embrace my steps, I approach my passion

Brought to the early life drives me forward

Chirp a little, I rarely drool, I peek a lot,

When Mata Hari do spy sometimes, much often the guts bring heart nuts

Everytime sun pulls out the curtain, that is the moment my heart should vibrate through the moment

The warm vibrate stroke my veins, then I know the people are there with trembling hands.