Everything journeys on its way
The steam whistle leaves the harbor
The tolling of the bell leaves the church
The flower stalks leave the flame tree
The eyes leave the textbook
The shoes leave home
I lose my way on purpose
Carrying canteen and chocolate
I leave myself
Walk to the edge of the world
Looking back, neither hide nor hair
of my classmates is seen
It is a long and shining road
The wind leaves the mountains
The rosy clouds leave the sky