Now I know the feeling of roses when Spring is almost gone.

Now I feel the sadness of birds when long nights begin.

Now I can imagine Cinderella's heart at that midnight.

I feel like a king losing a war without being able to fight.









But I still have a dream that my wings will be strong.

My voice will be sweet and the world loves my song.

I will fly around the world and for sure I will go to you.