When the sun is coming,
I waking up too early.
Ready to the journey.
With my closest friends.
From the lands of peace and quiet,
To the fields of beautiful and alive.
No matter i will go for my future,
With invisible army of million spirits.
When the moon is coming,
I sleeping down too late.
Giving up to the rest.
Only me as alone.
From the resting of red sun\'s dusk,
To the deep-blue war night.
With reason wind is blowing up to me.
And million spirits is fly away from me.
Sun and Moon.
Day and Night.
War and Peace.
Wake and Sleep.
Just like Ying Yang.
Just like dandelions:
Yellow flower as Braviest,
White flower as Smartest.
But it\'s you as same.
And it\'s me as same.
We are dandelions.
Yellow and White.