from the jakarta height

He opened the door on the Jakarta Height

And he put the lights dimly
Then the icon from his metallic apple PC turned on
And he put jazzy tunes on the player shone by the city lights
And he sang along,
when the third disc played some slow songs.
then he took a white cigarette,
the first one in that day, he said
and he wrote on
and he sang along

and she stunned, dissolved.
--what a perfect night—