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!