Still we see the little birds flying…
Still we think we touch the sky…
Even the little birds can fly…
And us…
Afraid, frozen, and chained…
The sky…
We can’t even move on the ground, we treble while walking…
The thought…
In a cave… Underworld…
Somewhere deep, moist, and dump…
But still… we can say…
…and we fly…
We can build our dreams…
And create our wings…
We can rise… We can go further…
Conquer the lands that seem so far away…
No more tremble…
No more unmovable on the ground…
We can rise… We can go further…
Conquer the lands that seem so far away…
And what about the burn of the sun…
We conquer the sun long ago…
When the earth was young and there was no sun…
We created him out of our dreams…
So bright were our dreams that come true as the sun…
And our dreams will never burn us away…