In Paris, I met her, a girl from Indonesia
She had a sweet smile and eyes that could light up a room
We walked the streets, talked for hours, and laughed until dawn
In her company, I felt free, alive, and reborn
She showed me her culture, her food, and her way of life
With her, I tasted spicy dishes and danced to pulsating beats
I learned about her country's history and traditions
And with her by my side, I felt a sense of completion
But time flew by, and our time together came to an end
She went back to her home, and I stayed in my land
Now whenever I hear an Indonesian song or think of her smile
I'm transported back to Paris, where I was happy for a while.