I've dreamt about alighting
the other side of the river flowing
Up, up, up above
I've dreamt about flying
among the tiny fire-flies glowing
The meadows here are still dry
For the desire of rains, they still cry
But the cloud comes and seldom cares
Passes by and does not shed tears
I confess about the love, here I get
but have to grasp the misty paths ahead
Another path waits for me, another divine lore
For my footsteps crave, sands of another seashore
I've desired for breathing
in the unsung island's breeze blowing
I've dreamt about flying
among the tiny fire-flies glowing
« return.