Forever wishful, forever night
The winds have died down
I can take flight
Under the guidance of the summer stars
I will never stray wide nor far
Away I go, onto the farthest reaches
Nothing is beyond my wildest wishes
Fly, I will, to the beautiful scenery
Fields of gold and pastures of greenery
The wonders of highlife serendipity

I suppose then, this is our goodbye
I shall fly
Onward, into the sky