Me against myself as a tree that is not yet dead. Just waiting for the rain water since wilt from the sky fall on fresh ngaphli kok shortly handsome face and feed. I'm waiting for an opportunity to stay there long time, I don't know.
I likened myself as a tree is not dead, just waiting withering rain of the heavens falling still fresh. And no longer nourished still leaves me waiting for a long time, just so I do not know.
I compare myself with a tree that's alive, just waiting for the rain from the sky fell Wither's fresh. And soon will spring moisten. I wait for opportunities, time how long I don't know.