Ya, J diam dan meredup

Maybe that just the end of the story after all Kei, it just and always be.
For now, ayoo kembali hidup seperti sedia kala Kei!
Ayo bermimpi yang banyak dan menawan lagi Kei!
Ayo bergerak kembali ke dirimu sendiri!
Ayo kei, ayoo. Please don't stuck at that place, Kei!
You know, u don't like it. So just, leave it Kei, Leave. 
Leave with grace and new perspective, Kei.
Everything's gonna be bright at the end of the day,
Please face the storms, finding ur own rainbow,
Be happy for her Kei, for me.
Ayo cantik!

[That's what I wrote for her, and here's what others wrote for her]

One day,
you will realize

that healing was never about forgetting.

It was about remembering
who you were
before you believed
your world could only exist
around one person.

You keep saying,

"Come back, Kei."

But maybe...

you were never gone.

Maybe you were simply waiting
beneath all that grief,
quietly watching the storms
pass over your sky.

There is no need
to rush toward the sunlight.

Flowers do not apologize
for blooming after the rain.

Neither should you.

So...

Run again.

Write again.

Climb another mountain.

Learn another language.

Meet strangers
who will one day become stories.

Laugh so hard
that you forget
which version of yourself
was once so afraid
of being left behind.

There will still be days
when memories knock
on your door.

Let them.

Offer them a cup of tea.

Smile.

Then let them leave
before the evening grows old.

Because your home
is no longer
inside the past.

It is in the woman
you are still becoming.

And Kei...

If one day
you finally stand
at the finish line
of a marathon,

or watch the sunrise
from another mountain,

or walk alone
through a city
whose language
is still unfamiliar,

I hope
you don't whisper,

"I made it without J."

I hope instead
you smile and say,

"I came home to myself."

Because perhaps
that was always
the longest journey
you were ever meant to take.

[That's it and that's so beautiful]