Without a map nor a compass
We set out on a voyage
It is not a journey to find something that's already been found
It is a journey to establish a new world
Our wake up to this point shows clearly
Each and every moment of our time
Was such a joyous, joyous festival
Without limits, nor fear of darkness
We stand atop the bow with only our dreams
We have numerous successes brimming with joy
We also have countless inerasable failures
Our winding wake surfaces in a bittersweet fashion
Each and every of our memories, even fading memories
Are all smile-inducing
Do not lose sleep reminiscing everyday
Nor cling on to the future
Ask ourselves whether we have played earnestly
And lived vividly to the best of our abilities in this present time
When we look back, our wake swells and surfaces
Saying and saying gently
"You did well," and it glistens
