Lyric

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