standing all afraid,
who knows how to cure all my pain?
even though this rain is trying to make me clear,
for this moment is silent and now I hear,
the pain that managed to last all this year.
I will never see love quite the same.
The rain drops to the ground,
like tears from my heart falling without a sound.
but I still have this will to fight,
even to this great height.
If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again
from: Tieteberga and Il Giustino
by Antonio Vivaldi
Rearr. by Jelia Megawati Heru & Michael Gunadi Widjaja