I saw you sitting in the front of the post office.
You've said that you're waiting for someone.
Someone who will bring you a bag
of 2 million of stars in the sky.

I thought you must be dreaming.
You must be one of that dreamer.
The one who never touch the earth.
And dance in to a circle of life.

I thought you must be someone from another planet
called 'QRCCOZ-1-12'.
You must be one kind of alien
that will destroy humanity.

But i was wrong.
You're really looking for
someone who bring you
that bag.

And i am just a scum bag.
Maybe.
Knowing nothing in your hand.
Or your heart.

Well..i hope your 2 million stars
will made you happy.

Hasta la vista, Amigo.


Jakarta 2019