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.