The wind of a speeding car is blowing.
How fast my old motorcycle can run about?
Close my eyes, speed up the engine to a Shangri-La.
The wind from the sea blows my long hair.
I am walking at the beach with bare feet.
Feel the cold water, go down to the bottom of the
dark sea.

There is no sadness.
Any reasons can be picked up by someone left
behind.

We are born and grown in the luxurious country.
And we don't know the war, but we don't know the
true white peace.
Standing at halfway,
unsatisfactory suffering and a joy.
The shooting star flows at a night sky.

The cold wind is rising up to the roof.
I blankly look down at the schoolyard.
Open my arms, feel their shapes changing into big
wings.
Standing at the window, I looked up at the moon
which is so bright.
It seems too bright. So I can't find the place to hide.
Shut the curtains. Don't come to this room. Please,
please leave me alone.

We are born and grown in the luxurious country.
And we don't know the war, but we don't know the
true white peace.
Standing at halfway,
unsatisfactory suffering and a joy.
We awake without notice. Then after that we just flow
through the day. Forever. We just flow through the
day...through the day.
The shooting star flows at a night sky.