Flying, flying, I fly in the boundless sky, climbing, climbing, I climb high and high, my wings feel light.

Pieces of white clouds passing by, great human moving on the earth at my sight.

Hills surround the valley; I fly around the hills, my brain is small, sometimes losing the direction in front of my eyes, winds are laughing.

I follow the sun go on and on, the sparkling shining makes my eyes teary, I could not close to.

Moon light is always soft, but sometimes stars like thousands pieces of diamond twinkling in the sky.

A river like snaky ribbon flows through the forest; I got foods from both of them beneath.

Flying, flying, I am busy day and night, come here and there, never knowing the reasons why.

Three pennies in my bag, I am a rich guy, wings are strong, beak and claws are sharp, and my golden feathers are full, a vagrant life is so easy and free.

Flying, flying, I fly in the high sky, but an important message comes to be realized, a distance dream over mountains over desert, a role of boy friend is wanted, a small nest but warm near an oasis is waiting for, there today I am flying to go.