• ]Dancing wind, sing to me.
    Follow hope, complete my destiny.
    My song is for the wind,
    my song is for new hope,
    my song is for the desired dream I cannot seem to pin.
    Ages are past as lives are born,
    to think of the rose and its only thorn.
    When the next generation is born,
    and the flower had been deceased,
    the song for light will be worn;
    the destined girl will be once revived.