I start on the journey at blue summer night,
Pricked by wheat, trampling the short grass,
Dreams will feel that cheerful pace,
And breezes will fondle me softly.
I run through all my teenage fantasy,
Boundless motions surge through my heart,
Not a word, without a thought,
My body floating like a fallen leaf, light and free,
Please let me wander far away,
As a vagabond that I born to be.