2011年12月11日

When we fly, won't see sky

Gliding through the buildings

My shadow on the windows

I see on a tree top little birds hop


The wind is blowing upward

I'm trying moving forward

Preventing arms and legs torn apart


When we fly, won't see sky

Gaze at the ground, gaze at the ground

Hard air hits my ears

Without a sound, without a sound

But a whistle of the wind


Throw myself into the air

Ride the stream with so much care

Open wide my eyes staring down and make it clear

For the things bad to me, I must prepare


Lay myself on the empty space

Take a glance at walls to know the distance

Strong updraft comes and my clothes get blown and dance

Struggling, struggling to keep my balance




Hardly imagine landing

For nowhere I am heading

Wonder where I'm allowed to belong is


To the left and to the right side

Slide on the tide, on the air tide

When we fly, won't see sky

Don't go too high, take a look around

Gazing at the ground


Lay myself on the empty space

Take a glance at walls to know the distance

Strong updraft comes and my clothes get blown and dance

Struggling, struggling to keep my balance


Almost upside down, as I'm twisted

Prevent myself from being landed

Try keeping cool when I'm caught in an air pocket

Grab the stream, control myself unless I fall dead


(December 11 - 14, 2011)
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