Ranan Samanya Photography

Even in the quietest moments
I wish I knew what I had to do
And even though the sun is shining
Well, I feel the rain, here it comes again, dear

The music that you gave me
The language of my soul
Oh Lord, I wanna be with you
Won’t you let me come in from the cold?

[Supertramp]

[for Jos, pak Yudhi, and Ratna – may your dear ones rest in peace]