nimbly, along with the light
she came on the wings of wind
with hope bursting through her every being
she looks up into the distance
she climbed up a tree in the back courtyard
and innocently picked the red seeds
"if you eat up every last one of them
you will be able to fly."
she was searching for a drop of the tears
she gave away on that distant day in the past
so absorbed was she
that, no, she didn't even notice
the feeling she was experiencing for the first time
from having met a person she loved very much
the song that suddenly can be heard
it's probably her favourite song
when she's feeling a little down
she'll be humming the tune without thinking
walking with a skip in her strides
anybody anywhere can take one look
and immediately recognize
the small frame of her back
someday you will learn
many sorts of feelings
all these will turn into tears
once you lock yourself with your memories
in a dark room
will you still be able to carry on?
you are sure to know
of much, much greater heights to fly away to