I feel the wind hitting my face
Cool and warm winds
Cold and hot winds
I see the world just under me
I pass the many people I had wished to pass in life
Without them noticing
This feeling
Oh...is the best
Only that it comes when I close my eyes
Only that it comes when I am flying without wings on the inside
Going at my slowest speed to that of a hawk
On the inside I am everything reality is not
For I fly
Flying without wings
On the inside I am far from the reality
May be... the reality is within, on the inside
When I fly regardless of the pull of gravity
When I still succeed regardless of the obstacles
I can't wait to close my eyes yet again
To keep flying without wings on the inside
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