Champagne glows in morning light
No rush, no screen, just calm and white
The lounge is quiet, my mind is clear
JL seven two three, departure near
Gate sixty-three, the hallway wide
Leather seats and clouds outside
No messages, no need to scroll
Just city haze and self-control
Silence speaks a softer tone
First-class hush, I’m all alone
Tokyo fades without a fight
I’m weightless in this morning light
JL seven two three, I’m ready to fly
No screen, no noise, just an open sky
From Narita’s grace to tropic fire
A thousand feet, the soul climbs higher
I watch the map inside my head
Not digital, but dreams instead
The air begins to shift its sound
Warmer winds are all around
A whisper floats, a call to prayer
A jungle bird, the fragrant air
The world I left is far behind
KL is calling, soul aligned
JL seven two three, I’m ready to fly
No screen, no noise, just an open sky
From Narita’s grace to tropic fire
A thousand feet, the soul climbs higher
Seatbelt chime, my windows wide
The sky becomes my only guide
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Just Kuala’s light, and endless skies
