The flight.Only wind and the clouds. I am excited. But I am could. Nobody knows, when I will be on the earth again. Only the hope of return sleeps inside me. Maybe I can come buck as the rain? And I will tenderly sit down on your arm... or I will come to you as the mist... My heart will always been on your meadows and in the sea. I want every hundred years return here as the shadow of my mind on the earth.