The white slope continued on to the sky Wavering, ephemerality envelops her Unnoticed by anyone, all alone, She is ascending She fears nothing, and soars up high
She admires the sky, is dashing through the sky Vapour trails are her life
At that high window, even before her death, She looked to the sky, and now they don’t understand Other people don’t understand They only think that She was too young, but she is happy
She admires the sky, is dashing through the sky Vapour trails are her life
She admires the sky, is dashing through the sky Vapour trails are her life