I want to gather the surging winds.

Riding the wave, I would fly far away.

The journey is long, but i am ready for it;

Drawing towards the future I am hoping for.

Time rushes ur forward;

I feel my heartbeat start to quicken.

Awakening from a dream;

we seek a similar light.

Beneath the glittering sky;

under the shadow of countless constellations.

What are you doing, then?

What are you gazing at?