Look up to the sky
And close your eyes

Bring your feet together
In the snowing weather

Hold the gold dust tight
As it lights up bright

Blow it into the wind
And make a wish

Sliding down the edge of the moon
Touching the glowing river of stars
Crystal clear clouds in the mid of June
While dandelions spark and sing on Mars

Me.
No more hesitation,
I do what's best for me.
That's the end of the equation.

No longer will I be a supporting lead.
I'll become the main character in my life,
and finally start to see.
And just stop giving you the knife.

Above the black fields,

above the young green wheat, hear!


There the skylark sings!