A whisper of envy stirs my heart,
I dream of Japan, its streets, its art.
Yet deep inside, a voice reminds me clear:
Fortune has its path, its own frontier.
Rejeki flows where it’s meant to be,
No swap, no loss, no need to plea.
If fate allows, I’ll see that land,
Perhaps not now, but by divine hand.
Maybe the journey shifts, a different place,
But trust in time, in God’s embrace.
Patience blooms, and hope will sing,
InsyaAllah, blessings will bring.
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