Followed by the wind, swayed by the move.
With scent of water sweet and sad.
Sprayed ahead to the path for morrow.
Gaze till it is resolved.
For soon it will disappear from your sight.
How profoundly my heart is rocked, day in, day out.
Soon rises the moon in full forthfully tonight.
Thinking of the far-away horizon,
thinking of the bright sun beyond,
Over the waves dazzlingly shining.
The rising sun and the setting sun.
You can count the sun all you want,
they all belong to you.
It's sad how soon one forgets to love. So sleep well.
The moon that rises above the red peak is the only thing to remember.
Swim, swim the more I swim.
Away, away runs away the horizon. Strange, I see no railway.
And I am supposed to be on my way to tomorrow.
Swim, swim the more I swim.
Away, away runs away the horizon. Strange, I see no railway.
And I am supposed to be on my way to tomorrow.
Tickets hidden behind rocks and corals,
Children, unable to wait, find and run away.
After a huge wave is gone, there always comes serenity.
Let us wait until a ship is away.
Looking up the sky until our hearts,
one after the other is dyed the same sky-blue.
Only shadows melt away.
Tiny shells are born from this finger and then disappear again.
My God, I hear a small melody from that star.
I find myself so distantly carried away, so profoundly dyed in blue.
I am deeply covered beneath a casket. Blueway Picnic.
Strange, I see no railway.
And I am supposed to be on my way to tomorrow.
Windy windy.
Followed by the wind, swayed by the move.
Beauty is always seen far away.
Transparent colors remain untouched,
flowed out from the sky above to the eternal space.
Windy windy...
Rain drops splash lu, lu, lu
Falsetto of flooding colors.
A world begins with fingertips by a painter's song.
Raindrops splash lu, lu, lu.
Falsetto of flooding colors.
To you, a stranger waving a hand from the train window.
I send you the world by a painter's song. Windy windy...
Followed by the wind swayed by the move.
Alone on a windy day.
A man who stands up straight
Windy windy
The man who forges the tailwind and faces the headwind.
Now, guide him my wind.
Windy windy...
Tying up the hair at the root of the
wind, waiting for the ringing of the song.
Your hair too gently swaying.
Your eyes reflect the sky and the sea.
Eager to dive deeply to where I can hear no more,
waving my hand in the bubbles,
waving and waving.
To the place where I was born and destined to return,
looking for you with my dreaming voice,
trying to see what cannot be seen, flying high and above.
Looking for you with eyes of a bird,
the world trembles before me.
I wrap my hands around the world offering a gentle protection.
I see a light untraceably far away,
called by the wind looking up the sky,
I return to the water surface to find the cloud, the sun,
the stars, the light, darkness all becoming one and the same.
The night allows me to indulge after a long time of waiting.
The sea accepts me without a word. Yes, with such huge,
calm and loving heart, embraces me softly with joyful laughter.
Let's see the cloud off from here,
till it reaches the mountains there.
The world changing the color every day.
I close my eyes tight when the wind blows.
Then I open the window to see a friend who
comes from the world not belonging to our time.
The words that link the sea and the sky run through my body and soul.
I plunge into the root of the wind
and wait for the song to start ringing.
Look for me with dreaming voice. Search for me with dreaming eyes.

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