Comptine

Hot air balloons

Crowding the sky up high

The new sky


In another life

Once in every lifetime

When men could move mountains



Whenever we walked among the stars

Faraway, way up high

Very far


We don't know how much time

We've got left in this world

This beautiful world


As for the beautiful tree

The one with flowers always in bloom

It dried


As for the man with the long bucket list

He died

He ran out of time


Paradise is, where happiness is, I tell you

And having the heart among bars won't surely help

The chains may be in your feet, but your mind lacks them and it is free


If you have a beating heart, and I bet you do

I must reveal then a very shocking secret:

Pure, it is, made for loving, it was.


There's nothing like an afternoon

To put the thoughts in place

To meditate in bliss.


In pure bliss~