I can see the clouds outside my window, the orange-colored lights
I can be what I want to be, I can be where I want to be
To the same old rows of stores and houses, say goodbye, fly up high and let’s go!
In this machine, in a space so small I can’t even stretch out my legs, though I can breathe
I try to fall asleep but still I don’t feel at ease,
many thoughts cross my mind
The magic of traveling is stuck to my body; on what ground will the tears I shed fall to?
I can’t tell stories of my travels well
Struggling along to you I long for; on what ground will the sweet flower petals dance on?
I want to always have these hot feelings
Intensifying dreams, the sound of the engine, a nap in the dried-out air
I can be what I want to be, I can be where I want to be
To this same old trip, say goodbye, fly up high and let’s go!
I feel the change in pressure, we ride above the clouds, the color scheme of this sky and the earth’s shape
Asking the reason for the place I’m headed towards, many thoughts cross my mind
The magic of traveling is stuck to my body; on what ground will the tears I shed fall to?
I can’t tell stories of my travels well
Struggling along to you I long for; on what ground will the sweet flower petals dance on?
I want to always have these hot feelings
Now is goodbye, and yet again the end of one journey is the beginning
I try to say hello,
I’ll be flooded with new encounters from now on – I hope I will
At your side, I hope I will.
