Lights and fireworks shine together, but not as bright as my dream. The badge on my journey, the hope of sand stranded, makes my face glow gradually. Wind and snow gently illuminate the wet wings to have the power to cross the storm. Once I want to sing, I will sing my brightest. This summer, I have the most touching sunshine. You gave me a dream. Now I want to sing, I sing my brightest. This summer, I have the warmest eyes and memories. The glory I wear shines into the sky and polishes my dreams.