湖の輝きを追い越し、そよぐ草木を置き去って、
颯然と、爽快に。

回る翼に力を込めれば、
一歩が数歩に、
数歩は天まで届くよう。

物言わぬ馬の手綱はいつも以上に従順。
思うまま、思いつくまま、
さて、どこまでいきましょう。

As she passes the sparkling lake, the trees, and the and grass swaying in the wind, she finds herself invigorated. Stepping into the turning wheels is like wings taking off...one rotation turns into several, and a few rotations eventually allow one to almost fly up to the sky.

She grips the reins of her silent steed, which is more obedient than ever, and she takes control. Now, how far should she go now?