The air that is light and free
Why must we chain ourselves to the heaviness of the earth?
The gravity that pulls us to the world
Wouldn’t it be nice to float even further and higher?
Where the air is thin and frail
Leaving no room for company
I do not mind my own solitude at all
I am only afraid of poor company
Turn back time
Turn back hearts
Turn back reality
Wash it all off
Into the depth of the endless ocean
Into the mirror of moonshine’s face
Into the light of Sun’s creation
To warm the Moon in her darkest hour
Mirror mirror on the wall
Why am I afraid for the frozen to be melt?