Twas only when I called upon the moon,

I heard a dreaming bird silentious cries;

If not for the lovely late afternoon,

I would not know the color of her eyes,

In my world I know of nothing but pain,

like this dreaming bird my cries are not heard.

I know one day I’ll soon soar in flight with cranes,

until then I will always be unheard.

Vanish in rising winds all sorrows past,

Even though inside I am so depressed,

my words and my thoughts will never be last,

People around me will never have guessed.

My silver feathers sparkle diamond bright,

on swift storm winds I soar-jubilant flight.