Nighttime draws close. You are so near, yet so far... What do you desire? Who is on your mind? The silhouette risking life. Seeing its transparent beauty, I was lost for words. *If you take to the skies, I want to be your wings. No matter how strong the wind is, they will never break, the resilient wings. Someday, I will have them. We grew up with the same dreams, on the street blooming with white flowers. But now... Race between the clouds, the silver airship. I looked up and reached, but it slipped away from my fingertips, so small it disappeared. **Amongst the endless clouds, I wonder where all things are moving towards. A desired place of tranquility. The path of the descending angels, surely leads into my arms. repeat** repeat*