A teenager's wish couldn't be granted,
it was unfairly and abruptly silenced
by fate when that heart's fervent voice loved to sing;
what it sought was joyful days of a perennial spring!
The flight over a calm sea and a windy ocean was fearful and long...
I felt extreme sadness exploding inside: departing from a lovely town
with verdant trees and grassy hills illuminated by the nascent dawn;
did I feel any joy entering a city with skyscrapers chocked by smog?
In any yearning heart, memory cuts down the distance set by miles
when Motherland reminds it of its stars creating a twinkling spectacle...
that's when echoing words evoke something too vivid and incredible;
and assuming I never grew up, I run and catch those pretty fireflies.