There's a sound whispering
None but I'm caring
In the middle of night
Something little but bright;
One by one that's increasing
Looks like glow worm is flying.
Those are going so high
Out of town,Out of the city;
I'm trying to reach -
Oh! Such a pity.
These are making a way
To bring me far away,
Where words are real
None 'll be so cruel.

All your wishes 'll come true
Sky 'll be within reach,
Ocean 'll be deeply green.