I’d had flown to evenly edge of the Moon,
Perhaps, my scenery scary happiness comes so soon,
Longing for hopeful smiles, longer for helpless miles,
I’d ran from Pillar to Post, journey of eager endless Miles,
Bloody sorrows in my heart, claims my joy,
I’d have wings; wind from Frying-pan to Fire, where’s edible joy?
Had I had wings?

Behold, by Fire by Force, Freely freezed freedom,
I bought me whole wide World, it’d never suits my thirsty taste,
Life come and go, recycles, what’s waste,
Can’t quit weeping inside of me, deep weep in my heart,
Though smiles engulf my visage, no, earth’s an art,
Had I had wings?

Arms as legs of mama earth moisture sorrowful joy,
Hunger allocates anger yet surplus supplies splendor,
True love without honey cunningly flown afar those miles,
Honest pillars are casted lies, life; where’s undefiled joy,
Death dancing gazing glorious grave,
Had I had wings?

Everyone’s seeking new; the best stayed yet,
Solitude planets, fiercely coldly hot and chill, that’s my net,
My wants expensively larger than Jupiter, you’ll never satisfy,
I’ll fly away amidst loneliness, seeking sweet sour satisfy,
This world is not my home, fly to seek rest after the rest,
My best I’ll do to get my rest and leave the rest,
Had I had wings?