The temperature of the night comes from the moonlight The inner courage comes from me Without the clouds to rely on There is freedom Forgetting the tangled memories Looking at the moon Are you still moving?

There is love and respect between advancing and retreating Let go of useless persistence All that remains is to listen Beautiful pas de deux The warmth of hugging each other is the best gift.

The power of divine light Soaring against the wind Holding up the victory gesture Comes with lucky antlers

Because there are no wings, So longing to fly, In the reflection of colorful bubbles, run with open arms and fly to the border of dreams.

Seasonal changes due to inclination The clouds are floating in the sky in the gesture of ink and water The nature is everywhere The two ends of the scale are the wings of the waves The memory stops time It is the clouds hidden in the sleeves