I know not of waits beyond the night sky
I know not of what waits for me after I die
I know not of the purpose of our existence
Nor do I know of our significance.

I do however know of one thing:
Whenever I look up to the night sky,

I leave my thoughts
I leave my troubles
I leave sorrows
I leave my struggles.

I leave the world,
And for a moment...

I float.