I can hear you calling the young soul,
to the place, she supposes to be.
I can see a thousand message,
that hunt my dream.
I can feel how blissful will I be,
if I enter the world you are inviting.
I can simply see the land of tranquility,
in the western pure land of yours.
Let me buy a wing from the service of angels,
to fly with you in the exquisite land,
and to be forever with you.