Dear G,i don't understand why?
i don't know what must i do,
because what i do is wondering,
what i do is asking.
oh G,just let me just fly.
over the rainbow so i can see the beautiful there.
or let me just fall.
into the valley so i can see the worst there.
Nothing i do G,
all this things i called tasteless.
why always Jakarta and my little bedroom?