I remember, a time in my youth,
Trying to catch a dragonfly.
Slowly, painstakingly, freezing in time,
Holding my breath, waiting for a right time.
In a flash of a hand, holding with two fingers, A Dragonfly.
Lightly holding a dragonfly, with two fingers.
Enjoing the thrill of a catch.
Looking at it's wings, and it's big eyes.
Then, letting go, following with my eyes,
Looking at a dragonfly, fly.
Fly! Fly! With your silver wings!
Fly! Fly! Fly to the sky!
Fly! Dragonfly! Fly!