Along the purple lines of the sky,
My wishes hide, my dreams lie.
Beneath the sparkle of the sea,
My hope is captured, my soul is free.
Within the circle of the silver dew,
My smile conceals, my promises stay true.
On the swan’s shiny wings
My feelings drift, my love springs.
In the wrinkles of the old tree,
My wisdom grows and my thoughts spree.
In the secret whispers of the rain,
I become alive, I am born again.