Happy am I when the plane lands
Sometimes I'll ask when it is going to end
All I want is to touch sand
To embrace some new sand
The sand destinations
A new kind of sand.
Yet I am afraid it may never end
Getting away
Away from routines
Away, to a new place
New, new, air.
In life, there is no satisfaction
Sometimes happy, sometimes sad
Yet not satisfied with what you have
I am only happy when the plane lands
I'll be away
Away to some different sand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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