I step again in a stepping snow
I wander lonely in the heights
to come and see the kites
I pick the rope of a flying color
to see the world from life's exposure
Above there was only me
and the flying colors passing through me
Here I feel no difference
and thence a childhood with no fence
Only I'm oblivious
Yet I have dream so marvelous
and that my portion might be
to be happy inside of me
