Flying the dreams as high as the sky,
A vast opportunity awaits to make them prosper,
While divine junctures keep the spirit high,
Auspiciously seize the roseate future.
Walk the night away,
After the rain has stopped dancing,
Along the watery pathway.
Tell me the story worth revealing,
The truth about the passing day.
About what love has been growing,
In your brightly blue sky.
Has it grown teardrop out of striving?
Or sweat for the lack of supply?
Tell me about what the sun has been hearing,
From the chatterbox birds that fly,
Over the land that has been dreaming,
Of the warmth of May.
Tell me more as I am listening,
Tell me more, you shan’t be shy.
The sky is still blue over Jakarta,
Under the aegis of the merciful Master of the universe.
The serene mural of hope
Shines through every crestfallen hearts,
Waiting to be comforted.