Adhitia Sofyan - After the Rain

If I could bottle 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 up 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