Here's the lyrics I mean....!
Lir-ilir.. Lir-ilir
Tandure wis sumiler
Tak ijo royo-royo tak senggo
temanten anyar...
The song sang simultaneously as he raised his face toward the moon's full moon.
No, not his ears that captured the chant, but the memories. Memories of a boy who sings the song with an old woman he calls Mbah, when the moon is full moon.
The boy was not afraid of anything in his life, or rather, not knowing what was dangerous, so fear he did not have.
The boy had always been happy, and loved his life. Or maybe he has not been acquainted with bitterness and has not experienced anything bad during his recent life.
He considers everything that the world loves, and they will not leave him. Including the old woman who accompanied her singing when the full moon arrived. Also the full moon that he thought would keep following him wherever he went all night, so he did not have to fear the darkness.
But time gives him something he never liked to be an adult. Time also took his most precious possession; old woman, who accompanied her singing when the full moon.
Time also awakened him to the fact that the full moon had never followed him all this time. The full moon was mute there, never intended to light the streets on which he stood, and the full moon never liked him.
He began to hate being an adult. He hates having to know the truth. Apparently life is not as sweet as she imagined in childhood. Where every path that he went through contained consequences that could have been a good thing if wrong step. He lived his life into an adult with great fear.
He hates being an adult, where he is not free to be what he wants. There was always a falseness he had to do in order to be accepted in the line of adults. No one can understand her.
He struggled in silence, shouting in silence. He felt alone, completely alone.
In the midst of his chaos he tried to find peace. However, in that age, he can not know the difference between serenity and misguidance, he is fallen far from the truth. His life was unlike life, he lived in darkness, he lived but was more gloomy than a death.
But the story does not stop or repeat itself in the thick black of life. God still loves him so much.
Purnama again sowing the light, illuminating it and chanting the memories she sang with the old lady all through the night with the full moon, again heard by her ears.