Lyrics:
Fly high, make it,
Get to the new world that I seek,
Someday, with my little wings.
Don’t look back to the sorrow I left behind,
Here’s my real intention I hide,
I wish you were here, and so just right by my side,
Need to be strong enough to swallow my pride.
I have been looking for my own style,
Don’t give it up, here comes the life.
Be alive, take it,
Promise to find, yes I will,
Shining wings filled with wishes.
Fly high, make it,
Get to the new world that I seek,
Someday, so I believe.
WACOCA: People, Life, Style.