If I can fly in the sky at speed such as the swallow,
where will I fly away?
What will I want to see?
I think that nothing changes after all.
Sure, I can't fly.
A fantasy is drawn on the wing of the butterfly.
There is filled with my great dreams for me.
It is the same as the box being filled with a toy.
Oh swallow.
"Do you know where flying birds leave for in dusk?"
His answer was so "You know."
Will you want me to answer that "Flying birds go for a trip from now on."
The necessary answer to you is decided.
If I can fly in the sky at speed such as the swallow,
where will I fly away?
What will I want to see?
Is it a mistake to think that I may fly if I do my best?
Go out now! Oh oh oh...
Remember wings! Oh oh oh...
I'll open the wings toward the sky.
I'll flap to cut wind.
It's alright.
It's earlier than run also ride a bicycle.
Oh Mr. SWALLOW.
He says hello in a tuxedo politely.
"At last became warm.
I was worth having crossed the sea.
How have you been?
I'll go for a trip again if it become cold.
Will you come with me, too?"
The necessary answer to you is decided.
