MY LONG-LOST FRIEND, HE COMES AGAIN
HE SHINES UNDER THE RAIN
TRAVELS SOMEWHERE
AIM TO FIND
MY FRIEND HE COMES AGAIN
UP DOWN THE HILLS, BEAUTIFUL HOMES
A BREEZE ALONG THE WAY
WE CROSS THE RICEFIELD
STINKY MUD TOO
WITH TEARS HARD TO RESCUE
HOLD ON…. HOLD ON
STRONG-WILLED, WE GLOW
GLIDE ON
FLY OVER THE DREAMS, WE KNOW
WE RIDE AGAIN TODAY AND TOMORROW