Как говорится, то, о чем обычно не говорится вслух, но что часто присутствует в мыслях.
We had and nurtured the same dream
In the town where white flowers bloom
But now…
Dashing through the rifts between clouds
A silver airship
I looked up and it slipped through
My extended fingertips
Before disappearing in a speck
To the far side of the endless sky
I wonder where everything continues to
The place of tranquility that I yearn for
I’m sure that the road
Where angels alight
Continues into my arms
To the far side of the endless sky
I wonder where everything continues to
The place of tranquility that I yearn for
I’m sure that the road
Where angels alight
Continues into my arms
If you’re to fly through the sky
Then I want to become your wings
In no matter how tough of winds
I won’t ever fold
Supple wings
Someday, I’m sure that I’ll have them
To the far side of the endless sky
The place of tranquility that I yearn for
If you’re to fly through the sky
In no matter how tough of winds