One leap into the starry air Beneath the visiting moon When ghosts begin to roam This world of sense everywhere, She lands with paws and meows With a mask from a ghost paddler A cat wandering in night’s delight.
For one hundred and twenty years Trapped in the maze of this mirage, Where I began, I can go back never; Here I stand and face the bare fate Or is it nothing but the illusion ever?
As Aurora releases the first dewdrop, I go high over, down under From one end of the horizon to the other Across the five continents and six oceans Above the heavens, below the abyss Far into the milky ways and back to earth with the jewel of hope in beatitude.
The wizard of rain, the knight of nature, Goes to the hill in the twilight of the dawn With a falcon sitting on his right shoulder And rising to the virgin sky before a new sun in search of the meadow where a moon was drawn.
The wizard of rain, the collector of wonder, Gathers dewdrops from the fresh frost of grass Into a crystal bottle and reads his grimoire As the falcon flaps his wings in the air And brings the forces of nature in abundance.
The wizard of rain, the wondrous sorcerer, Calls the names of gods, demons, and angels Wielding his wand in a symphony of nature Amid the swaying leaves of the grass and trees, All in harmony bringing rains from the sky.