If I could bottled the smell of the wet land after the rain
I’d make it a perfume and send it to your house
If one in a million stars suddenly will hit satellite
I’ll pick some pieces, they’ll be on your way
In a far land across
You’re standing at the sea
Then the wind blows the scent
And that little star will there to guide me
If only I could find my way to the ocean
I’m already there with you
If somewhere down the line
We will never get to meet
I’ll always wait for you after the rain
(after the rain-adhitia sofyan)
"The simple thought of missing someone that’s far far away"